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Trainers and Pokémon alike are frustrated, frightened, and angry, but all are starting to feel slight stirrings of hope. Several factors have influenced how badly this battle had started for them, and the immediate, violent demise of some of the first Pokémon called out to fight. The raging bloodlust of Steelix, Tyranitar, and Rhydon had come as an additional shock to the sudden attack upon the convoy, nobody ever before having come across such demented rage, let alone knowing how to respond to it. The first couple of minutes saw some of the most shockingly graphic brutality they'd ever witnessed, and as they scrambled to react were unable to properly unite in order to successfully defend themselves against the invading trio. Trainers and Pokémon have sustained injury, but it is the shock of Machamp's horrendous fate that has affected everyone the most. Seeing the mutilated bodies of trainers, army personnel, and Pokémon in the desert was one thing, but witnessing it in action is another. The next couple of minutes had brought more casualties, but also some significant victories which is now fuelling everyone on. They've managed to turn the tables somewhat, each group damaging the raging monster they're battling, so if they can just last these next few minutes they may very well get out of this alive, but they have to be smart, uniting against their common enemy in order to survive.

Steelix is still reeling from that last attack, its Screech of fury ringing out across the desert. Rather than be bothered by it, all allies are filled with adrenaline as they know they have a fighting chance now and waste no time in striking while the iron is hot. Vulpix is barking madly trying to draw Steelix's attention while Vixey tries to help Rocky pull himself free of the boulder pinning his arm down, but it's Houndoom who is the first to add insult to Steelix's injury. The agony of the steel titan's attack that had very nearly resulted in the loss of her eye is still fresh in her mind, and drawing upon her limited stores of psychic energy she summons up an evil looking Pika Doll beside which a psychic pin is floating threateningly. The sorcerous apparition is only the first part of her special move, Voodoo Bugaloo, and as Steelix finally refocuses upon the group of Pokémon in front of it, is completely confused upon seeing such an odd visual image floating beside Houndoom's head. Thinking it nothing more than a distraction, Steelix grins menacingly, its heavy body crashing into the desert floor as it lunges forward to speed across the gap separating the two Pokémon. Houndoom stands her ground, her mind totally focused upon what she is doing, and with the distance between them closing at an uncomfortably rapid rate, delves the psychic pin into the voodoo doll's eye. Steelix screams, the ungodly sound like nothing anyone has ever before heard. If not for the fact this monster is trying to kill you, you'd pity it for the agony it's suffering, but Houndoom isn't done yet. Steelix's forward momentum stops, and while its huge body writhes violently on the ground, Houndoom proceeds to grind the pin around in the doll's eye for several very long seconds. To everyone watching, Steelix appears to be in the throes of an invisible curse which for all intents and purposes it is, the stabbing white hot pain in its eye seeming to utterly engulf it, invading its mind and making it impossible to react to anything but the searing pain.

Of the three lethal Pokémon the trainers are facing, Tyranitar seems to be the one who is faring the best with only three opponents to battle although it's certainly taken its fair share of damage. Dani and Shadow are both injured, and while Katsu has managed to evade injury thus far, Kiba isn't so lucky. The little Electrike is a fighter though, and even with a distinct type disadvantage is ready and willing to re-engage in battle. Kiba moves swiftly, darting around his enemy, Double Teaming to create three clones of himself that surround Tyranitar who Roars with rage upon seeing itself surrounded by little electric dogs. Lashing its Iron clad Tail out, Tyranitar disintegrates one of the clones while Katsu keeps his eyes peeled, searching for Kiba's discreet signal so he'll know which of the three remaining Electrike on the field is his teammate. Vaporeon moves in while Tyranitar is distracted with Kiba and his clones, Grim backing her up all the way. The Dusknoir relies on its TM training to sap away at Tyranitar's energy levels, but with the move not being something he's naturally able to learn, is finding it a strenuous task to perform. Luckily the Giga Drain is helping rejuvenate enough of his own energy for him to keep the attack active while Vaporeon races straight up to the Armor Pokémon and lets loose with a Watery Pulse of energy. Unfortunately, while the effects of Sunny Day is doing wonders for the fire types on the field, it's severely hampering the use of water type moves, Vaporeon's little aquatic sphere vapourising rapidly upon release. Fortunately she's managed to get close enough for it to have some effect though, what's left of the bubble bursting upon impact with Tyranitar's face. Water explodes into its eyes, but it's the supersonic waves that are unleashed that has caused the most trouble. Tyranitar is overcome with confusion and begins Thrashing about wildly, its fist slamming into the side of Vaporeon's head and sending her flying several metres. She crashes to the ground with an audible thwump and lays there for several seconds, breathing heavily and trying to regain control of her senses while Tyranitar continues its frenzied attack, wiping out another of Kiba's clones in the process.

Rhydon, who is bruised, bleeding, and feverish, is in quite a sorry state, but this only makes it more dangerous as it lets out a warlike cry and Hammers its Arm into what's left of the chunk of ice immobilising it. The ice shatters, freeing the enraged Drill Pokémon who immediately sets its sights upon Titan. Rhydon and Nidoking are pretty much an equal match for one another, Rhydon considering this particular one of its foes to be the most worthy, and therefore the most lethal, which in its eyes means that Titan must die. Eyes red with fury, Rhydon snorts while Stomping the ground before lowering its head with its horn spinning at high speed. It charges for Titan, but has barely covered two metres of ground when a bright wave of light penetrates its cranium and utterly confuses it. Missy's Confuse Ray does wonders, Rhydon tripping over its own feet, falling headlong into the ground, its Horn Drilling into the rocky desert floor and flipping it completely upside down. Its arms and legs are flailing wildly, and being too confused to know what's going on, is a perfect target for Titan who strolls up casually, turns his back on Rhydon, bends over, places his hands on the ground, and proceeds to assault the Drill Pokémon with a barrage of Double Kicks until it's eventually knocked out of its uncomfortable position and keels over to land heavily on its left side, its arm injured as its own body weight and the unnatural angle from which it has fallen snaps its shoulder joint. Rhydon roars, agony slicing through it like a knife and bringing it back to its senses. It gets up slowly, right hand clasped over its injured left shoulder, and jumps into the air, pounding back down with such force that violent shockwaves are sent coursing through the rocky Earth that starts to quake uncontrollably. Every Pokémon who isn't airborne is affected by the attack, including Steelix and Tyranitar, while trainers are knocked off their feet and are left scrambling trying to protect themselves and each other from being hurt. When the trembling subsides, trainers and Pokémon reassemble, renewing their attacks upon their respective enemies.

Captain Frost is still trying to come to terms with the injury that is going to leave his partner maimed for life, the expression of agony and utter hopelessness in Machamp's once proud eyes filling Frost with such despair and rage that all he can think of is revenge. He stands stock still, his stony gaze fixed upon Steelix who is still writhing in agony while being tortured mercilessly by Houndoom. A Pokéball is clutched in his fist, his knuckles turning white while he attempts to control his rage. A military man, he's not one to succumb to emotion, especially when embroiled in battle, and now is no different despite his personal tragedy. Sparing a few more seconds to calm himself he finally lifts the Pokéball he's holding, bringing it up to his lips and whispering, "It's time to avenge our comrade, Meteos," and without another moment's hesitation, throws the ball forward to release a gigantic blue metal beast, the Iron Leg Pokémon stretching its heavy metallic limbs while calmly scanning the scene. It takes in the sight of trainers and Pokémon battling Steelix, Tyranitar, and Rhydon, taking only seconds to assess the situation and correctly conclude which are allies and which are its soon-to-be victims, but when Metagross' gaze falls upon Machamp its eyes open wide, shock temporarily overcoming logical thought. It looks to Frost who glances at Steelix, and as Metagross turns to concentrate upon the Iron Snake Pokémon, its eyes narrow, a burning red vengeance filling them and causing a shudder to run up the spine of those who happen to be watching at that very moment.

If Steelix thinks things are bad now then it's in for a shock because it has no idea what's about to hit it. Houndoom's voodoo doll finally vanishes, the piercing agony of her attack disappearing with it though the residual pain is still there. Steelix's left eye is so red that you'd be surprised if it can see anything through it, but its right eye is perfectly normal and filled with vengeance. Vulpix is still barking madly, trying to get Steelix's attention, but the steel titan only finds the little fox's yapping to be an annoyance and lashes its Iron Tail out to shut her up which only causes it more agony due to the broken joint. Fortunately with it's left eye being visually impaired for the moment it misjudges the distance between them and misses her, though only by a few inches. In the same moment Vixey finally manages to help free Rocky who rises to his feet and stretches his arms, very nearly doubling over as a stabbing, white hot pain shoots up his injured arm. Houndoom begins charging up ghost energy, a Shadowy black Ball slowly forming in front of her, while Metagross takes off from the sidelines to attack. It moves with surprising Agility, its heavy metal legs pumping across the field like giant pistons before it rams its full body weight into its enemy. Metagross Takes Steelix Down, the steel snake caught completely off guard and dropping like a brick under the sudden attack. Meteos only flinches for a moment, the recoil damage little sacrifice considering what this bloodthirsty beast has done to its teammate and friend. Metagross lifts its leg up high, its claw coated in steel energy, and with an extremely powerful blow, uses Meteor Mash to pummel Steelix's head into the rocky desert floor, the Iron Snake Pokémon's metal skull cracking under the stress.

With Tyranitar Thrashing around violently, nobody is willing to risk getting too close to the crazed monster, everyone scattering before they can be bludgeoned to death. Diamondhead appears on the field, the Aggron sorely tempted to attack Tyranitar himself, but his priority is to keep Shadow and Dani safe. He ushers them back, being sure to keep himself in between the two trainers and Tyranitar at all times while Vaporeon climbs gingerly to her feet, her sleek form glinting in the sunlight as an Acidic aqua coloured Armour coats her battered body. Kiba and his clones continue to circle Tyranitar, adding to its rage as it tries to pinpoint at least one of them to attack, when Metagross suddenly appears out of nowhere after having attacked Steelix to charge into Tyranitar at breakneck speed. Its Iron Head combined with the momentum at which it is moving sends Tyranitar crashing to the ground, too stunned to move, but Meteos isn't finished with it yet and with the speed of a Bullet, Punches its steel clad claw down into Tyranitar's nose resulting in an agonised bellow ringing out across the desert. The green dinosaur grabs hold of Metagross, holding on as tightly as it can whilst charging up a ball of energy that hovers just inside its open mouth. Then, with an almighty roar, it lets go of its metallic enemy and unleashes its fighting spirit, the close-range Focused Blast of energy striking Metagross and sending it flying at least twenty metres into the air. The airborne steel type remains calm, tapping into its vast energy reserves to use Magnet Rise, and a moment later arcs around in mid-air much like a frisbee to come swooping back in low and straight toward Tyranitar who is staring at it in bewilderment. On its downward descent Metagross calls upon its Psychic abilities to lift Tyranitar several metres into the air before hurling it into the ground at high velocity before Metagross continues on to find its next victim and leaving Grim, Kira, and Kiba to finish Tyranitar off.

Missingno. Master's Weezing appears on the field, filled with vengeance and wanting to crush Rhydon for what it has done to his friends, but when his eyes fall upon Missy, who has evolved since he last saw her, his heart nearly bursts upon seeing the beautiful ghost type before him engaged in battle. Yes, battle... He suddenly remembers why he's here, reluctantly pulling his gaze away from the splendid apparition to move in closer to Rhydon when he sees a Dragonair, aglow with Dragon energy, Rushing at his foe and striking it dead on to deliver a powerful blow. Rhydon is knocked off its feet, and while it's down the allies see their opening to attack and take full advantage of it. Missy and Weezing both unleash beautiful rainbow coloured Psybeams, the double assault keeping Rhydon down long enough for the others to make their moves. Kumori gathers energy from the sun, a brilliant fiery ball of energy hovering in front of him. Thanks to Sunny Day's effect, his Weather Ball is hotter than usual, and without a moments hesitation he hurls it at Rhydon whose agonised bellow is cut short by Nidoking's Dynamicpunch to the side of its head. A loud crack explodes into the air, Rhydon's head snapping to the side from the energy charged assault, and for a moment you think the attack has broken its neck, but with a huge grunt Rhydon rolls over onto all fours and begins struggling back to its feet. Weezing moves quickly, belching out a Blizzard before Rhydon has a chance to right itself. Unfortunately the attack isn't quite as effective as he'd hoped as the desert is just so hot now that the majority of the ice and snow is vapourized before it even reaches the Drill Pokémon. Rhydon faces Weezing, and with a defiant Roar lowers its head and rams its energy charged Megahorn into the Poison Gas Pokémon whose eyes bulge with shock as the horn pierces its filmy skin. Rhydon shakes its head triumphantly, showing off the impaled Weezing as some kind of sick trophy before sending the hapless Pokémon flying back at its trainer, but not before Weezing can breathe out a Smokescreen that forms a dark cloud around Rhydon and those nearest to it. With visibility greatly reduced, it's pure luck that Metagross had already pinpointed Rhydon's position as it descended from above, and a split second later it charges through the smoky cloud and with its psychically charged cranium uses Zen Headbutt to ram into the raging beast. Those close to the scuffle back away as quickly as possible, and while crashes, bangs, and roars of pain and fury can be heard from within the smoke, nobody can tell which of the two Pokémon is having the crap pelted out of it until the desert breeze starts to waft the cloud away. It clears in just enough time for trainers and Pokémon to witness Meteos Hammer its heavy metal Arm into Rhydon's gut before the Metagross takes off over toward Steelix with an expression of grim determination in his eyes.

With Steelix down, Vulpix finally manages to make eye contact with the steel titan, her Hypnotic gaze quelling its rage enough for it to stop writhing and start falling asleep, but Rocky's determination to see Steelix pay for all its done soon puts a stop to that when he uses his good arm to Rock Smash Steelix in the side of its head. Steelix lurches upward, then lunges down, closing its terrifying jaws over Rocky's entire head, its Ice charged Fangs sinking into the Rhydon's back and chest. Steelix rises up to its full height, thrashing Rocky around like a rag doll and preparing to devour him to show its superiority. Vulpix and Ninetales are horrified, both firing off their respective Confuse Rays before Steelix can kill their brave ally, the double dose of confusion penetrating the steel behemoth's mind resulting in it releasing Rocky from its lethal jaws. Rocky drops to the ground, badly hurt but thankfully still alive when Houndoom unleashes her by now fully charged Shadow Ball. The dark wind, chocker block full of ghost energy, surges over Steelix while Houndoom looks on, panting heavily while sweat drops to the ground around her. In its confusion, Steelix Slams its own head into the desert floor just as Meteos reappears to flatten it with a high speed Body Slam. Ninetales proceeds to concentrate hard to Disable Steelix so that it's unable to defend itself and while the red aura surrounds the metal beast, all allies move in for their final attacks. Rocky gets up slowly, pain in every movement, Bulking Up in order to maximise the damage he's about to inflict while Meteos pounds his Metal Claw into the crack in Steelix's cranium, widening it further. Vulpix shoots out a beam of psychic energy that zips straight into the void in Steelix's skull, the Extrasensory damage totally screwing with Steelix's head who doesn't even know up from down at the moment, let alone be able to think clearly enough to disengage itself from Ninetales Disable. Metagross, satisfied that the remaining Pokémon can finish off Steelix, speeds off to assist its other allies giving Houndoom the opening she needs to attack without harming Meteos in the process.

Tyranitar rises to its feet with a mighty Roar while Katsu looks for an opening to order Kiba's attack. He and his two clones are still circling Tyranitar, just waiting for a chance to move, and sure enough his chance presents itself before long. Tyranitar pounds its chest before focusing on Vaporeon, Leering menacingly at the little aquatic pup who had dared attack it and begins to stomp its way over to teach her a lesson. Grim isn't about to allow another of Dani's Pokémon come to harm though, both him and his trainer having become quite protective of the fiesty teen during the past several minutes of this adrenaline charged battle. Quick as a Flash, Dusknoir fires off a Cannonball of steel, the metal projectile smacking Tyranitar in the skull. An audible crack is heard as the dinosaur's skull shatters which only infuriates it further, and as it spins around to refocus its sights upon Grim, Meteos comes charging in from the side with great Agility to Take it Down with one, swift movement. Both Pokémon fall back, Meteos stinging from the recoil, but not enough to stop him from delivering a powerful blow with his Metallic Claw as he swipes it across Tyranitar's face. The dinosaur bellows with rage, but Meteos appears to be enjoying himself and lifts Grims cannonball from the ground, ramming in down Tyranitar's throat before taking off to help his allies defend themselves against Rhydon. Katsu sees his opening and calls out to Kiba who wastes no time in firing a Shockwave into Tyranitar's mouth. Kiba's remaining two clones dissipate the moment the electric bolts of energy shoot out of his body, but with Tyranitar barely able to breathe, and now being roasted from the inside out as Grim's Flash Cannon acts as a conductor for the attack, he's far from concerned about the loss of his doubles. Tyranitar's eyes bulge as its body convulses, but nobody is willing to allow Tyranitar the chance to recover and the moment the attack wears off, Grim smashes his fist into the weakening beast feeling a surge of vitality as his Drain Punch sucks away Tyranitar's energy while helping to restore his own. The Armor Pokémon is getting desperate now as it can feel it's fighting a losing battle, and lashes out with a Fire charged fist to Punch Grim in the gut. Dusknoir stumbles back, feeling a burning sensation where the attack has made contact, and as Tyranitar starts trying to hark up the cannonball lodged in its throat so that it can attack before it suffocates, Vaporeon charges at it to deal yet another massive blow to its head. Her Rock Smash stuns Tyranitar, and as it sits there wondering what the hell just hit it, Kiba sends a Thunderbolt down its throat. Its gurgling roar sounds quite pathetic as the electricity courses through its body, and after it shudders violently for several seconds it finally falls back to land with a heavy thud, KO'ed.

With one enemy down and two to go, those battling Rhydon are feeling more confident, renewing their attacks with vigour. Missy fires off an Ice Beam before Rhydon can recover from Meteos' attack, but unfortunately the effects of Sunny Day are really screwing with water and ice attacks being used against the rabid monster, and most of the beam is melted before it makes contact. Rhydon climbs to its feet and sets its sights on the nearest Pokémon which happens to be Titan who is temporarily distracted after having witnessed Tyranitar's defeat and therefore doesn't react quickly enough to evade the Horn Drill aimed at his chest. Titan bellows in agony as Rhydon's horn sinks into his flesh, drilling further into his body as the monster forces its full body weight into the attack, but Dragonair, unwilling to see his friend die right before his eyes, uses Rhydon's preoccupation with Titan to his full advantage by getting in nice and close, placing his lips against Rhydon's skull, and releasing a point-blank Ice Beam to the back of the Drill Pokémon's head. With a bad case of brain freeze turning its mind to mush, Rhydon falls still and Titan drops to the ground, bleeding heavily from the wound in his chest. Luckily no major arteries have been pulverized though, or this battle would have spelt his doom. With Rhydon frozen and immobile, Kumori follows Dragonair's lead and moves in close so that the full force of his Blizzard can be felt in the blistering desert heat. Ice is starting to form on Rhydon's tough hide, but even though it's melting away quickly, Rhydon is feeling every bit of pain dealt from the attacks. Weezing, weak but conscious, returns to add insult to injury, also pelting Rhydon with a close range Blizzard, though his second use of the attack takes all of his remaining energy and he drops to the ground, unable to battle any further. Kumori draws upon the power of the sun again, creating a fiery Weather Ball that he unleashes over top of his enemy, the combination of fire and ice hurting so badly that Rhydon regains its senses and leaps up from the ground in a wild frenzy. Unable to think, only to act, Rhydon begins a Fury Attack, striking out at anything in its path. It's kicking and scratching, its tail lashing out, and within seconds Kumori, Titan, Weezing, and Dragonair all fall victim to its frenzied assault. Kumori is sent flying into Weezing when Rhydon's tail whacks him hard, KOing the Poison Gas Pokémon in the process. Titan is Stomped in the head while trying to regain his feet, and the cut in Dragonair's belly is opened when Rhydon's sharp claws slash at his vulnerable underside. Missy is beside herself, and though she knows Rhydon won't last much longer due to the effects of her curse she's afraid that one or more of her allies are going to be pulverized before that can eventuate. She looks into Stacey's eyes, resigned to tying her life force with the Drill Pokémon's via Destiny Bond when Meteos suddenly reappears on the scene. The Metagross hurls itself at Rhydon with such force, the Giga Impact sends them both reeling across the hot desert ground. The sound of rocks scraping metal cause many to fear for Meteos, but the Iron Leg Pokémon seems perfectly able to take care of itself and deals a Bullet Punch to his enemies head before falling back to rest after the strain of having used such a powerful move to knock Rhydon over takes its toll. Rhydon roars in agony, getting to its feet and preparing to give Meteos a taste of its own medicine when Dragonair swoops in low, his tail charged with water energy. As Rhydon roars, Dragonair does the unthinkable and delves his Aqua charged Tail straight down Rhydon's throat. The monster's eyes bulge as the Dragonair thrashes his tail around wildly inside of its airways, and Rhydon, too stunned to think, starts to choke. It tries to Bite down on Dragonair's tail, reaching out to claw at the dragon hell bent on suffocating it, when Titan grabs it from behind. Dragonair flies straight up at this point, hurt but otherwise ok, while Titan lifts Rhydon over his head. He's sweating from the effort, and more blood is gushing from the wound in his chest as he strains to keep Rhydon aloft, but with a defiant yell he uses Seismic Toss to slam Rhyon into the ground before falling back to land flat on his own butt. Rhydon grunts as it impacts the hard desert floor, and lays still for a moment while everyone watches, wondering it Titan had actually managed to knock it out, but then Rhydon moves, dashing all of their hopes. It shakily climbs back to its feet, but as it turns to look at those facing it, it screams as Missy's Curse courses through it, and a second later falls to the ground, KO'd.

Two of the three invaders have been dealt with, but Steelix, by far the most dangerous, is still standing. Though Houndoom's energy reserves are very low now, she manages to delve deep enough within herself to gather what remaining energy she has before belching out a heavy stream of flames that surges over the Iron Snake Pokémon before she collapses, completely sapped of energy but still conscious. Steelix screams as its battered body glows red hot, its iron plates warping further as the Overheat weakens its structure. Rocky moves in, Hammering his Arm into the dent in Steelix's body made by Houndoom's prior Solarbeam, his fist sizzling from the heat radiating throughout the metallic monsters body. It screams again, finally breaking free of Ninetales Disable, and in a last ditch effort to kill those fighting it, creates a ball of orange energy that hovers inside its gaping jaws for a moment before Steelix unleashes its Hyper Beam, directing the powerful beam along the ground and taking out all of those in its path. Rocky is the first to suffer, thrown back with such force that he's KO'ed even before hitting the ground. Houndoom is far too exhausted to move and is the next victim as the beam rips across the desert floor, and is also thrown back, KO'ed. Vulpix manages to move fast enough to evade the full force of the attack, but is still thrown through the air, landing with a painful thud and a pained yelp before the beam begins to move toward Ninetales who taps into her fire energy reserves and breathes out a Fire Blast that connects with the Hyper Beam just as it reaches her. The two Pokémon are battling it out, Hyper Beam and Fire Blast fighting each other in mid-air before eventually exploding in a huge fire ball. Trainers and Pokémon are thrown backward, Ninetales KO'ed and trainers injured... but Steelix still standing. It Screeches its triumph, the gleeful cry sending a chill up the spines of those still conscious, but it's Machamp who has gone unnoticed throughout all of this as nobody had even considered he would still be in any condition to battle. He walks onto the field slowly, all pair of eyes turning to him except for Steelix who is so caught up in its own arrogant gloating that it hasn't even noticed Machamp's approach. The expression of steely determination in Machamp's eyes fills everyone's hearts with hope and pride, for even though he has been seriously maimed, his natural fighting instincts are still intact. He grabs Steelix's tail with his two remaining arms, his muscular legs and feet bracing the ground as he lifts the steel titan and begins to swing it around in circles. Steelix's gloating scream turns into an enraged one, but it's helpless to react, and is completely at Machamp's mercy. The Superpower Pokémon builds up speed, and when Steelix is Screeching so loudly that everyone is forced to cover their ears, Machamp exacts his Revenge, slamming Steelix into the ground with a mighty blow that makes the earth tremble. A cloud of dust explodes into the air, obscuring everyone's view for several long seconds, and when it finally clears the steel behemoth is laying on the desert floor, KO'ed.

With the battle over everyone is flooded with relief, but are too exhausted to really appreciate the joy they should be feeling. There have been too many casualties in order for them to rejoice in this small victory, and considering they have a much more powerful enemy ahead of them they're beginning to wonder if they've really made the right decision in taking part in this mission. Captain Frost sends up his flare, signalling for the truck to return, before checking on his teammates. His pride in his Pokémon is unmistakeable, and while he tends to both Metagross and Machamp, everyone else busies themselves seeing to their own Pokémon. Several minutes later, as the truck is approaching and the trainers are grouping back together, another powerful pulse of energy shoots into the sky. Everyone looks at one another, for the timing of this pulse makes them wonder if perhaps the creature trapped in the ice is conveying its displeasure at their victory. How could that be the case though? It's under miles of thick ice and can't see what has happened here, and it's not like it had sent these Pokémon to kill them... It couldn't have... Whatever the case, the engine of their transport vehicle has been damaged by the pulse making it useless for further travel, but it seems Frost and his personnel had been expecting this and were prepared for it. They move with precision, never doubting their movements, and retrieve their belongings, one of which is a satchel full of Pokéballs of varying designs. One of the soldiers removes several of the Fire Balls, releasing Rapidash after Rapidash into the desert, each of the beautiful fiery equines having had their right flanks branded with an army tattoo. There is one horse for each of you, and a few more who are being saddled up with supplies for the journey ahead. They're all fine looking Pokémon, obviously strong and very well trained, and while a couple of the trainers have their reservations about riding a military horse, others really don't mind.

"These Rapidash are military trained and will follow any orders given," Captain Frost says, addressing the party of trainers. "We need to move along now because we have a long journey ahead and very little time. Be sure to watch out for each other along the way in case there are more surprises in store, because we don't need to be caught off guard again the way we were just now." His gaze falls upon Machamp, and a silent understanding passes among you. No more words need to be spoken for everyone is fully aware of the danger, and now that you've come face to face with it and barely managed to emerge victorious you know you won't be taking anything for granted from this point on, particularly the safety of yourselves and your Pokémon. "You have five minutes to gather your things and choose a steed, and then we need to move out," Frost adds, turning on his heel and saddling up his own mount for the journey ahead...

Battle Rewards
Prizes are based on your Pokémon's levels as well as training. Each Pokémon will receive one level for each round they've battled, but if already Lv.100 will receive one Egg or MT move in lieu of each respective level. If already Lv.100 and fully trained they'll receive an Advanced Move if they took part in all three rounds, or TMs if they battled in two rounds or less.

Battle Rewards
Prizes are based on your Pok&#233;mon's levels as well as training. Each Pok&#233;mon will receive one level for each round they've battled, but if already Lv.100 will receive one Egg or MT move in lieu of each respective level. If already Lv.100 and fully trained they'll receive an Advanced Move if they took part in all three rounds, or TMs if they battled in two rounds or less.

Missingno. Master looked at the trio of defeated behemoths, and felt a small, distinct pride in Weezing for battling so bravely. He pulled a Revive out of his pack and used it on Weezing. The Poison Gas Pokemon was now conscious, but still rather injured. Missingno. Master then took out a Poke Ball and threw it. "Qwilfish, I choose you!" he called. Out of the Pokeball exploded the Balloon Pokemon, who landed on the sand and looked at his trainer. "Qwil?" he inquired. "Qwilfish, use your Softboiled on Weezing, OK?" asked Missingno. Master. "Qwil!" exclaimed Qwilfish, as his eyes glowed. In front of the little fish appeared an egg in midair. The egg then floated towards Weezing's larger head. Weezing gobbled the egg up in one gulp, and seemed to be completely re-energized. "Good job, Qwilfish, return!" said Missingno. Master, holding out the Poke Ball. After returning Qwilfish, he looked at the Rapidash which some of the others were already boarding. He then turned to Weezing. "You better get back in your Poke Ball, Weezing," he said. "You're gonna need your rest for later, I can feel it." Weezing nodded obligingly as Missingno. Master returned Weezing to its Poke Ball. Then, Missingno. Master took out his Pokedex and surveyed his team. Arbok, Weezing, Qwilfish, Crobat, Stunky, and Croagunk. "better make a change," he murmured. Using the white button on his Pokedex, he sent Stunky and Croagunk to the PC and in its place, retrieved Vileplume and Venomoth. He then walked over to the nearest Rapidash, slightly nervous, as he'd never rode one before. Very carefully, he climbed on Rapidash and prepared. Suddenly, the tense atmosphere was broken abruptly, as Vileplume let itself out of its Pok&#233; Ball, and readied what was sure to be a thunderous belch. "Vileplume, no! Return now!" cried Missingno. Master, holding out Vileplume's Pok&#233; Ball. Vileplume was returned just in time. "Just what we don't need- Vileplume's thunderous, echoing burps further enraging that creature," Missingno. Master muttered to himself.

Last edited by Missingno. Master; 18th January 2009 at 2:41 PM.
Reason: Misread the number. I am so embarrassed.

Seeing their enemy fall in defeat at last filled Jessica with less relief than she had imagined. Moments ago she had witnessed Rocky’s horrific descent into oblivion, and all other thought processes immediately stopped dead. The world decelerated around her, all her thoughts focused upon her comrade’s prolonged spiral to the earth. His resounding impact reawakened her to time and her surroundings, and she cried out his name, her voice immediately lost over the raging battle. Their comrades were falling one by one. God, could nothing be done to stop all the madness? She wanted to fall to her knees and cry, but that would accomplish nothing. No, she needed to stay awake, aware of the madness in order to avoid it.

And so she watched as Captain Frost’s Machamp slowly lumbered onto the battlefield, approaching the Steelix with a single, yet clearly unmistakable objective in mind: to destroy the raging beast. Steelix’s swell of pride over its triumph combined with its searing left eye blinded its alertness to the opponent’s calm advance, arrogantly sweeping the field with its undamaged right eye, daring anyone to come close. Machamp’s shadow angrily loomed behind the reveling titan, his eyes fierce and wholly unforgiving. His right stumps were bandaged heavily, though stained unwholesomely red by blood, more so from the straining movement of his muscles. With both his remaining arms, he lifted the Steelix by its train, bracing the earth as he powerfully heaved the snake in wide, gaining circles. The Steelix’s triumphant announcement converted to rage, but its increasing rotary momentum prevented any sort of corrective response. With a wild roar, Machamp spun his victim into the ground, propelling shockwaves across the desert. A cloud of dust erupted, delaying eyesight for several seconds before settling quietly. In the silence, Steelix’s long body emerged, stretched without pride out over the desert floor, entirely defeated at last.

The unwinding of events was instantly followed by a mad rush to reclaim one’s lifeless Pokémon. Jessica ran to Rocky’s collapsed figure, she stumbled and collapsed exhaustedly onto him as well in a half-intentional embrace. She sobbed as she felt his chest heave under her, still scarcely alive with breath. She fumbled for his Pokéball, her trembling fingers requiring several tries to contact the ‘recall’ button on its surface. As her support vanished back into his haven, she gladly fell abruptly to her knees, hugging them close to her burning face as she cried softly.

Minutes later, she heard the increasing volume of engines, and gradually lifted her head to realize that the truck had returned, and trainers were regrouping back together. Suddenly, a pulse of energy flamed across the sky, scorching the horizon with an ominously deep rumble of warning. It was as if its source had cast it in order to express dissatisfaction over the results of the war…

Jessica stood up, and her legs automatically crossed the desert to rejoin the others beside the truck. From the rising murmur of discussion, she discovered that the engine of their transport vehicle had been significantly damaged by the pulse to the point where it could no longer convey the passengers to their destination. There was a moment of dreadful silence amongst the trainers as they imagined themselves stranded in the middle of the desert without a method of transport. In contrast, Captain Frost and the personnel promptly fell into action, hastily gathering all of their supplies from the truck. They moved with efficiency and exactitude befitting professionals, and Jessica’s fear relaxed a little, sensing that they had smartly prepared for this situation.

One of the soldiers vitally rescued a bulging satchel, which the confused trainers soon realized was occupied to the brim with variously adorned Pokéballs. The soldier reached into the sack and liberated Rapidash after Rapidah, magnificently bursting into the bright, barren expanse with fiery whinnies and stamps. An admiring gasp escaped Jessica as she beheld the spectacle; the horses were all fine, powerful steeds, well-bred and well-trained for racing and combat. Her quiet, respectful gaze traveled impressively from the tips of their majestic horns, to their proud, unmatched stare, down the blazing vermillion manes, along their strong, sturdy backs, and their beautifully muscled flanks, each identifiably branded with an army logo. There was one for each human to mount, and while some appeared hesitant to ride a military charger for the remainder of their journey, Jessica couldn’t help but feel some small sense of thrill at the prospect. She had never ridden a horse before, and while that detail was simultaneously a cause for trepidation, she nonetheless was clandestinely excited for her first attempt at riding such extraordinarily beautiful creatures across the desert. She shyly glanced towards Captain Frost, half out of expectation, but partly also because she wondered how his present mood was. His face was impregnable, his lips drawn into a tight, imperceptible guard against examination, which suddenly vanished as he began to speak:

"These Rapidash are military trained and will follow any orders given. We need to move along now because we have a long journey ahead and very little time. Be sure to watch out for each other along the way in case there are more surprises in store, because we don't need to be caught off guard again the way we were just now." His unconscious gaze traveled towards his Machamp, and the trainers all nodded slowly, understanding. "You have five minutes to gather your things and choose a steed, and then we need to move out," he concluded briskly, turning around to mount his own towering Rapidash, who received its rider readily, pawing the earth and snorting subsequently in the raised cloud of dust.

Jessica watched as a boy immediately walked over to the nearest Rapidash and ascended its back unsurely. She cast her gaze over the remaining mounts, wondering whom she should pick. In the end, she settled on one of the smaller horses. Approaching it from the side, she gingerly extended her hand, making sure that she remained in its view at all times. She started as the Rapidash shook its cloud of mane, then straightened itself, as if attempting to appear taller and more regal to its chooser. She smiled softly in appreciation, and gently laid her hand on the creature’s side. With some effort, she raised herself, and practically tumbled awkwardly into the seat. Gasping, she stretched her arms around the Rapidash’s neck, gazing fearfully down at the unanticipated height. Sensing its rider’s discomfort, it danced a little unsteadily, then secured itself and turned its head a fraction towards the girl. She bit her lip and sat up straight, moving her grip towards the reigns. Breathing a low sigh, she turned to face the desert, her heart pounding as she imagined having to ride this thing all the way across the stretch of sand fading silently into the distance.

As she clutched the reigns, feeling the heat rise from the beast’s mane, she realized the sensation was far different from her experience riding Rocky. As his name ran across her mind, her eyes filled with tears again, made worse by the harsh glare of the afternoon sun. He had gotten hurt so badly, and others too were far worse off than him. Her blurry gaze scanned the desert for the unconscious bodies of the beasts that had attacked them. They too had received such terrible pain – why? What had driven them to such madness? Where, how did they begin to lust for such slaughter? Even if it was natural thirst for blood (a thing she utterly refused to comprehend), the timing of the assault was uncanny. It just didn’t make any sense.

Something felt wrong. She wasn’t sure, but something definitely seemed out of place. As she waited for the others to board their mounts, her eyes remained on Steelix’s scattered segments, the battered, distorted metal still glaring fiercely in the hot sun. Soon, their opponent would be even more terrifying and powerful than what they had just faced. With a distinct realization that they all might in fact be heading towards their assured doom, she clenched the reigns tighter, mentally preparing herself for what may come, and forcefully steeling herself against what had already passed…

As madly as violently as it had begun, the battle had reached its end. More Pokemon had fallen victim to the enemy in its blind anger, and the victory seemed pyrrhic for what the convoy's members had suffered. Captain Frost and his Pokemon proved themselves the true champion in the last moments; Metagross whacking down the foes in an alternation strategy that provided vital assistance to the other trainers, and Machamp having final word on the Steelix that assured its permanent retirement.

Doubt seeped into Shadow's psyche, challenging his will to go on. Looking about, the young man felt his fellow trainers must have experienced similar emotional turmoil; the battle had been bitter and brutal for all rhymes and reasons, and had pushed everyone to breaking point. No one in their right mind would wish to expose their beloved Pokemon to further destruction, especially if they weren't strong enough, and he was no different. But the vow had been taken, to make an effort to take down the legendary monster; surely each individual counted for something. The battle could not have been won without their cumulative endeavours.

Shadow winced and gritted his teeth as another sharp surge of pain dashed through the throb on his forehead. Grim had a hand placed on his shoulder; the Dusknoir himself still floating after the terrible event, but he had certainly not escaped unscathed. Diamondhead had his claw on Shadow's other shoulder, his face still etched with concern for his comrades and rage for the now downed opponent, and the monster they surely had to face. Another pulse of energy rippling through the sky further drained the blood from everyone's faces.

"Psychic control?" he thought as another wince from his wound was felt, resultant of his insistent brainwork. He was joining dots, dots that might not have existed, but it gave him something else to focus on other than the pain and pressure. If anything else it explained the unprecedented onslaught of the mineral Pokemon and clued to the monster's identity further, but it remained hypothesis.

As he pondered, the convoy was briefed for the switch to equestrian transport. A reminder was stated to watch out for each other and further surprises, and Shadow mulled it over. Under normal circumstances, he would have asked Grim to help scry into the future with Future Sight, but the Dusknoir had been through a lot since his most recent release, and if Shadow's hypothesis proved correct the scientist knew Grim would be crucial to success. He could not afford to continuously tire out the faithful Ghost-type.

"Grim, take a good long rest now. Diamondhead, thanks for watching out for us; I'll call on you if we need the help in the future."

Wordlessly the two tall Pokemon were withdrawn to their own capture orbs before Shadow selected and mounted his steed, one of those with a larger build to support his near-six feet in height. A hand went to his belt, plucking off the Rocket Ball which Shadow opened, revealing Ephidel the Crobat, Shadow's resident aerial operative. Likewise the Crobat looked on at his trainer's bandaged head in concern.

"We're on a mission, Ephidel," Shadow explained. "There's trouble, big trouble, and it can come out from anywhere. I need you to fly above us when we move out, scanning the area as you do so, and report to me the moment you see anything that resembles danger. For now, stand easy."

As Ephidel nodded, flying around his trainer to loosen his wings, Shadow gripped the reins of his military Rapidash. The moment the signal to advance came, he would be ready.

A wave of relief swept over Katsu as he saw the Tyranitar finally fall, after having taken what seemed like an unnatural amount of abuse. His heart had been racing as he watched Kiba circle the beast, for he knew it was more then capable of putting him out of commission permanently. However, luck had been on the Electrike's side, for his Double Team had managed to keep him safe long enough to finish the unrelenting assault that had been set in motion by Frost's Metagross.

Katsu then turned to watch the remaining battles unfold; an urge he had been fighting for quite some time. The next to go was the Rhydon, who managed to put up a fair bit of a fight following the beating it had received from Metagross, unlike the less fortunate Tyranitar. The Steelix proved to be the most tenacious of the lot, being the last of them to go down. It also proved itself to be the most twisted of them, evident in the joy it expressed upon taking down a number of Pokemon with its Hyper Beam. That fact only made it all the more satisfying for Katsu when Frost's Machamp silenced it in an incredible show of strength and determination.

The threat having been dealt with, he wasted no time in tending to Kiba, who had quietly returned to his side after spending some time staring at the defeated Tyranitar, having not been completely convinced that it was really down for the count. "You did really well out there. I just hope you didn't push yourself too hard...", Katsu said, as he examined the Electrike, who shook his head in a way as if to say "Oh, it was nothing", despite the fact that he was clearly exhausted. He was rather surprised to find that there were no visible injuries, and although the thought of internal injuries worried Katsu, Kiba didn't seem to be in any excruciating pain, so he reasoned that a little rest was all that was needed. The heat of the desert had begun to get to both of them, however, and in response, Katsu reached into his bag for a bottle of fresh water, in addition to Kiba's favorite dish. As he did so, he noticed one of the pouches of Pokemon food he always kept on hand, and a thought suddenly occurred to him. "Ah! I'm such an idiot! I completely forgot that we didn't even get anything to eat before we came out here... Kiba must starving by now." Feeling rather guilty, he took one of the pouches out along with the other items, and apologized as he poured out a sizable amount of food and water for his companion, who accepted it with much gratitude. As for himself, the water was enough. He didn't have much of an appetite with the grisly image of the decimated convoy still fresh in his mind.

With Kiba's needs having been fulfilled for the time-being, Katsu's thoughts returned to the subject of everything that had just happened a few moments ago. It pained him to see many of the trainers grieving over their Pokemon, especially the captain, who's Machamp had been crippled for life. Such harm could easily have come to Kiba had he been less fortunate, and the thought of it made him feel sick.

He puzzled over how vicious the three Pokemon that had attacked the convoy were, and , he couldn't help but feel as though it would be best if the convoy dealt with the fallen aggressors permanently, lest they decide to attack some other unfortunate passersby in the future. But the timing of the attack had seemed all too coincidental, and he reasoned that the Pokemon of the legend had some manner of involvement in what had happened. Had it been controlling those Pokemon? Had it somehow stirred up an unnatural aggression in them? Or was it possible that those three were a remnant or descendants of the army spoken of in the legend, spurred into action by the awakening of their leader? Those questions were only a small fraction of the many that passed through his mind.

In time, the truck returned from its secure location away from the site of the battle, and all the trainers gathered around. However, much to everyone's dismay, another pulse of energy burst through the sky, and disabled the vehicle. For moment, Katsu thought that they might have to go the rest of the journey on foot, but the thought was quickly dismissed, as one of soldiers brought out a satchel containing a multitude of Pokeballs, and from them, released a whole herd of Rapidash, all of them looking strong, capable, and more then ready to carry everyone in the convoy to their destination.

Katsu approached one of the larger Rapidash, looking a little uncomfortable about the idea of having to go horse riding for the first time in his life, but the equine gave him a reassuring look that made him feel more at ease. There was the still the matter of Kiba, who was looking rather hopeful that he'd get to go for a ride this time, but Katsu couldn't imagine being able to carry him and maintain a firm grip on the reins of the Rapidash at the same time. He prepared to recall him once more, but this time, the Electrike wasn't nearly as accepting of his trainer's decision, and growled defiantly as his Pokeball was aimed at him. The look on his face wasn't bitter, however. Rather, it was one of terrible concern.

"I understand. If you're worried about me, you can come along for the ride.", Katsu said, having been quick to notice Kiba's expression. After a moment of pondering over just how he'd manage to ride with Kiba in tow, an idea sprung into his mind. He loosened the straps of his bag, and knelt down, motioning for Kiba to climb between his back and the bag. Once Kiba was in position, he proceeded to tighten the straps, until the Electrike was held firmly in place, essentially using his bag as a makeshift harness. It wasn't the most comfortable way to ride, but Kiba was still filled with glee, smirking as he rested his paws upon his trainer's shoulders.

With that, Katsu saddled up on his Rapidash, and nervously waited for the signal to move out. He knew that there was still a long way to go, and if the monster of the legend was really responsible for the recent ambush, there would almost surely be more of them in the future. "Kiba, stay sharp. If you sense any danger, don't hesitate to Protect us.", said the trainer, who received a prompt answer in the form of a dutiful-sounding bark.

In his heart, Katsu still wished that he hadn't come along on the mission, but his confidence had been strengthened, having seen that he and Kiba had been able to make a difference in the recent battle. But would they be able to do the same against an enemy of a strength unfathomably greater then what they had dealt with? That was the question that pressed on his mind the most...

Battle Rewards
Prizes are based on your Pokémon's levels as well as training. Each Pokémon will receive one level for each round they've battled, but if already Lv.100 will receive one Egg or MT move in lieu of each respective level. If already Lv.100 and fully trained they'll receive an Advanced Move if they took part in all three rounds, or TMs if they battled in two rounds or less.

Arc_Angel: +3 Egg or MT Moves for Mismagius.

Teaching Missy MT’s Double Edge, Trick and Uproar thankya ^-^

With trainer’s Pokemon hurting, frustrated and angered by the savage attack they were aiming to end this battle now before anymore injuries were inflicted. Every trainer must have had the same thought in mind not wanting what happened to Captain Frost’s Pokemon to befall theirs. Stacey set her concerned gaze onto Missy, she had already tired of this horrid battle and instructed the elegant ghost on what to do to finish the job. Rhydon looked a right sorry state bruised and shivering from fever and it would seem with the several healthier Pokemon surrounding it that its time in this war was nearing an end. That thought was soon shattered as it gave a deafening roar hammering its arm into the remainder of the ice surrounding it freeing its movement entirely. Stacey watched in horror as it regained its sense far too easily stomping the earth before charging towards its nearest target, this being Nidoking with a vicious looking Horn Drill. With a look of understanding passing between her and Missy the ghost quickly acting to prevent as much damage befalling the mighty Nidoking letting loose a bright beam of light that struck Rhydon right in the face. Stacey managed a small smile upon seeing the befuddled beast stumble over its own feet crashing to the ground its spinning horn drilling into the ground throwing it onto its back. Missy smiled happy with her quick actions and Nidoking cockily walked up to the helpless rock monster and unleashes a barrage of kicks right in its shoulder and face knocking it out of the ground and dislocating its shoulder. Yet through its pain it still found the energy to leap up and smash back into the dry ground making it quake with enormous force. Missy looked worriedly at Stacey as she gasped and fell to the ground landing on her injured wrist yelping in pain lying on the ground waiting for it to stop shaking.

Stacey looked at the world upside-down from where she lay as the ground trembled and saw that the other Pokemon were affected by the devastating move; she was thankful for Missy’s Levitate ability at that point as it left her unharmed. Sitting up she saw the other trainers battling valiantly against their beast some having good luck and others suffering further before her attention was drawn back to Rhydon. She saw from the corner of her eye a Weezing appear and was instantly reminded of her own little Koffing, she was glad he wasn’t battling right he would have been trampled over for sure. She blinked, she recognised that Weezing and it seemed like he recognised Missy as the familiar lovelorn look entered its eye. Missy looked over and sighed, now was not the time. Dragonair rushed past the duo laced with dragon energy as it crashed into Rhydon with its speedy attack. Weezing and Missy moved in unison powering up duel Psybeams that mixed together and struck Rhydon head on stunning it long enough for the other Pokemon to act. Castform powers up its Weather Ball, the fiery orb crashing headlong into Rhydon, the rocky beast not getting a moment to feel the singular sensation of pain as Nidoking charges in with his Dynamic Punch nearly knocking its head clear off its shoulders. However the savage twists its head back to see a failing Blizzard blown its way by Weezing. With a defeaning Roar that had even Stacey spooked it charged towards the poison bag Pokemon delivering a hard Megahorn the sharp horn piercing its thin skin. Missy cried out for the poor Weezing but backs out the path of a Smokescreen breathed out as he hits the ground covering Rhydon and reducing its vision. Stacey feels a powerful gust that throws her hair wildly as a Metagross whizzed past the group heading into the smoke with a pink aura surrounding it, a cry of pain, distinctly Rhydon’s, echoing throughout the valley. Several grunts of pain and roars of fury emit from the smoke before it ascends enough for the group to see Metagross hammer its arm right into Rhydon’s gut and swiftly hover off towards Steelix. Stacey watched it speed off with awe, where had that amazing creature come from, was it Captain Frost’s?

Rhydon was still trying to recover as Stacey watched Metagross aid the other Pokemon take out Tyranitar, they had actually defeated it! Renewed with hope she turned back to their beast ready to finish it off once and for all. Missy fires her ice beam and Stacey frowns as the energy melts away in the harsh heat leaving nothing to touch Rhydon. Nidoking who was distracted took a Horn Drill in the abdomen, the spinning metal blade nearly cutting through his thick hide. Everyone looked on in horror expecting Nidoking to be torn asunder before Dragonair flitted in breathing out its own Ice Beam at point blank the ice energy crashing over Rhydon before it could melt making it cry out. Nidoking stumbles back a hole torn in its belly causing Stacey to hold her hand over her mouth, would more Pokemon end up permanently scarred from this meaningless battle. Castform followed suit and floated in close blasting Rhydon with Blizzard, beginning to freeze over the beast once more before unleashing another fiery ball that erupted all over the rock Pokemon making it flail in agony Unfortunately in its agony it unleashed its fury swiping at anything in its path slashing Dragoing, knocking Castform, striking Nidoking and scratching Weezing. Missy fortunately was impervious to the damage being a ghost but had to watch all this unfold before her and nearly cried as Nidoking’s head was stomped in. She remembered the last move Stacey mentioned one she knew her trainer didn’t want her to use because of its disastrous consequences that would be inflicted on her. But how could she just stand by and watch her team mates be brutalised like this when she could stop it right now. She focused on her ghost energies within her ready to destroy Rhydon for his actions, Stacey’s sorrowful look making it even harder for her. Just as she gathered her energies she saw Metagross fly past her slamming into Rhydon with such force that they crashed through the valley smashing rocks and boulders in their wake. Missy dropped the charge down thankful for the intervention and watched as the might steel giant cracked Rhydon with a Bullet Punch before backing off to rest, with all the activity it had done in such a short period of time it must be exhausted.

Rhydon still conscious and fighting roared in anger but gagged in shock as Dragonair forced her Aqua Taill attack right down its trachea. Rhydon flailed in panic trying to dislodge the foreign object but was having no luck but received an unlikely assist in the form of Nidoking Seismic Tossing it into the ground, Dragonair flying away from harm. Pokemon and trainers look on as Rhydon struggles to get to its feet and watch with baited breath as glows black as Missy’s Curse takes effect and kills off its struggles, finally knocking the beast out.
Stacey sighed in relief as Missy floated back down to her, the battle was finally over, thankfully. She wrapped her arms around her slim neck in a gentle hug as the Mismagius nuzzled her head against her trainer’s cheek in affection her body worn and completed tired. They turned to see the last of the trainers finally end the Steelix’s assault and everyone takes a moment’s pause to absorb the relief and silence that permeated the air. Captain Frost sends up the flare signalling the truck to return and Stacey sank to the ground feeling tired herself, her wrist throbbing painfully from the added blow it had taken. Missy hovered down to her mistress concerned but she needn’t have been.

“Thank you Missy. I knew I could count on you, always,” she whispered and Missy gave her a warm smile grateful to have been successful for her mistress in battle. Stacey kissed her head and returned her to her Love Ball.

“Rest up now Miss, you deserve it,” she spoke to the Love Ball before returning it to her belt. She was thankful that her Pokemon had come out of the battle relatively unscathed whereas some trainers were mourning their fallen friends and loved ones. Stacey sat for a moment gathering her thoughts really not wanting to move or continue with this fruitless effort when she thought back to Missy; she had fought so valiantly, she couldn’t let it be in vain. Stacey picked herself up and walked over to the truck that had arrived and saw the other trainers beginning to gather after treating their Pokemon. Suddenly a pulse of energy ripped through the sky again, the creature was getting closer and closer to being released, and she could feel it with every pulse that was fired. Did it somehow know that this effort to slow them down had failed? It couldn’t possibly…

The truck that had brought them here had ceased its spluttering, the engine dieing, and the effects of the pulse crippling them once more. They would no longer be able to reach the sea with that, would they have to walk? Stacey grimaced at the thought of walking through this hot arid wasteland; they could possible die before they even reached the shore. A soldier exits the convoy arms brimming with Fire Balls and he releases each creature within, Rapidash after Rapidash filling up the valley, there looked to enough horses for each trainer. The Rapidash all looked well disciplined as they stood perfectly still awaiting the trainers to mount them, each branded with a military symbol. Captain Frost gave the group 5 minutes to get their gear together before they moved out and Stacey picked up her satchel gingerly placing it on her shoulder. She felt a deep sense of regret at having come on this hero’s venture, she wished Rapture hadn’t guilted her into it. She knew from the start that this was a fools quest and already they had encountered a bump in the road that had caused many losses, one convoy had already been totally destroyed, their corpses littering the valley, should they continue would this be their fate somewhere along the line? Lost in bitter thoughts she approached one of the Rapidash, she had never ridden one before and felt a littler nervous about the thought of it, at least it distracted her from her pessimism. The Rapidash was gorgeous and Stacey had always admired the fiery horse but riding one was something she had not contemplated. This Rapidash was hiding a look that matched hers, one of disgust at the current situation.

“I know how you feel,” she whispered, “burdened to a mission you feel will only fail” she said as the Rapidash neighed softly and lowered down making it easier for her to get one upon seeing her unconfident look. Stacey smiled at the horse and managed to get up on its back, adjusting herself so she felt a little comfortable. Frowning she felt this day was only going to get much worse before it got better.

"Good job gal!" Zora called out to his Pok&#233;mon, as Vulpix stuggled back to her trainer's feet, exhausted. Zora bent over and picked her up, cradling her in his arms as he took a closer look at her wounded head. Pulling one of his sleeves down over his hand, Zora held it in front of Slowqueen's mouth, who soaked it with a small burst of water. Using this to rub away the blood and dirt that matted her fur, he was relieved to see that it was only a minor scrape.
"Vul!" she muttered, satisfied with her battle performance, barely able to keep her eyes open.
"Look after her." Zora told Slowqueen, as he gently lifted the fox up onto Mamoswine's back, the hippo climbing up after her.
{Of course.} came the gentle reply, as Mamoswine gave a stoic grunt. Gazing up above him, Zora could just make out the sillouette of Tropius, soaring high above him, while Forretress now hovered at his side. Gesturing for the bug to follow him, Zora walked over to the herd of Rapidash, picking out one who was still without a rider.
"I'm Zora. It's a pleasure to work with you." he told the horse, deciding given the situation he should forgoe the banter he would usually deliver. Swinging his leg over Rapidash's back, he mounted up, finding the heat emenating from its body to be slightly uncomfortable compared to his Tropius, as well as the narrower body shape somewhat odd. Regardless, he remained silent, listening for whatever orders would be given out next.

Relieved the battle is over Dani looks around quietly, holding her injured shoulder. How can three Pokemon have caused so much trouble? She can't understand why they were so angry or why they were trying to kill everyone, because it doesn't make sense. Even with the desert so hot, she shivers, regretting coming on this mission and wishing she could go home and pretend nothing has happened. All of the Pokemon who battled have been hurt, Petal the worst out of hers, and if she had so much trouble fighting this battle with so many people to help she doesn't know how anyone will survive against the space Pokemon who is escaping from its prison in the Glacier Islands. She wonders how many of the trainers are thinking the same way as her, but watching them get ready for the next part of the journey makes her realise how selfish she's being. Everyone has suffered, some worse than her, and so many of their Pokemon didn't get to see the end of the battle. Looking at Machamp and thinking about how brave he was to make the final blow to Steelix after what it's suffered, Dani feels ashamed of herself for thinking about leaving and walks over to Vaporeon.

"You fought well Kira, but you and Rosa have to rest now because there's still a long way to go," Dani says, hugging her. "After this is over I'm going to spoil all of you with some really nice presents."

Dani returns Rosa and Kira hoping she's learned enough from this battle to live though the next one so she can keep her promise, and walks over to join the rest of the group. She looks admiringly at the military Rapidash they'll be using to travel the rest of the way through the desert and hopes Captain Frost has some other Pokemon ready for when they reach the Glacier Islands. Rapidash are hardy but she doesn't like the idea of them trudging through snow and ice because it will be too dangerous for them. She thinks about riding Amber so someone else can use the Rapidash that's waiting for her, but if she needs Amber to battle later on she doesn't want her being too tired. Besides, it's always exciting getting to know a new horse but she doesn't think there's a lot to be excited about when it feels like they're walking into hell. Making sure her Pokeballs and items are safe in her pack Dani introduces herself to the Rapidash that's waiting for her and promises to introduce it to Amber, Comet, and Cherry when she has a chance, then after taking a final look at Steelix, Tyranitar, and Rhydon, she mounts her horse and waits with her fellow trainers, ready to leave this brutal battle scene behind for good.

As soon as Steelix is knocked out Inferno races over to Houndoom. She'd fought so hard and suffered so much pain, but after all of that she didn't even get to see it fall. His eyes are burning with tears when he drops to his knees next to her, checking her over to see if she has any broken bones. He looks around and for the first time notices how badly the Pokemon from the other two battles have been injured, and is grateful nobody has been killed. He pulls a revive and a super potion out of his backpack for Houndoom, but then looks at how badly she's injured and puts them back. Reviving her now will be cruel because she'll only suffer more from the pain so he'll let her rest in her ball and get her some proper medical help as soon as he can. "You're the best, Houndoom," he says, patting her gently and returning her to her Fire Ball. "You deserve a long rest and a special reward for fighting so hard, and I'll make sure you get it when you've recovered."

The truck they've been travelling in is dead because of the pulse, and Inferno wonders what they'll do now. He watches a soldier holding a sack full of Fire Balls and stares at the all of the Rapidash being released from them. He's spent so long collecting fire Pokemon that he wonders why he's never got a Ponyta before and then looks at Dani and remembers. All of her "Horses are so cool" talk turned him off them, but looking at the military trained ones is making him reconsider. They are awesome Pokemon and they're fire types so that's two good reasons to think about it, but they have to get past the creature Connor fought first. If they survive the battle he'll start hatching fire eggs again. Choosing one of the biggest and strongest looking Rapidash, Inferno hopes they don't run into any more surprises. He's already down one Pokemon, and he's going to need to have all of his team ready for the next battle and can't risk losing any more of them before it begins.

Watching the battle with tension in his eyes he looks along the battlefield, Pokemon young and old being beaten within an inch of their lives, Machamp in pain with his arms being ripped apart, his own, Titan being speared with the horn of the Rhydon makes him feel nauseous, the sight of so much blood and agony making him feel queezy and he's not one to feel like this at the sight of this stuff, but now, now it's happening right in front of his face, he can't help but keep the vomit back. Looking on he orders Titan to attack, the rest of the Pokemon around him hearing their orders as well, each one rampaging on to defeat these monstrous beasts of the mountains, as the battle unfolds, the Captain unleashes a Pokemon of his own, one he hasn't seen in the flesh..or metal as to speak, a Metagross who shines in the blistering sun, the same sun making him sweat with anticipation onto what is going to happen soon, the Metagross flying through all corners of the battlefield kicking righteous *** making him think this fight has just gotten the odds up in their favour.

As the battles continue, Titan gets his orders in, his attacks dealing some damage to the Rhydon who on his own takes Titan down, the sight of his own Pokemon being beat on makes his blood boil, makes him want to get in and defend his friend, but with knowledge in his heart he knows Titan won't go down that easily and fair enough, the beast roars is valour, Stomping as the other Pokemon around Rhydon take the rock monster down too, the final blow coming from his own, as Titan takes with all the might he has left the Rhydon in his hands and Seismic Tosses him down to the ground, a tremor on the ground shakes his body as the Rhydon falls, Titan standing victorious as the Tyranitar and Steelix follow suit.

As the ground settles, the dust fades and the sounds shimmer, all that is left on the battleground is blood, blood and bodies from the victims of the Ground Pokemon, and the Pokemon who risked their lives to save their trainers from these beasts, his own on one knee, exhausted from the battle, but on his own face a Smile that shows his Nidoking that he has approved of the Nidokings power more than he ever imagined, running up to Nidoking he wraps his arms around him tightly and thanks him from the bottom of his heart, "Titan, you've done me proud, you've done everyone proud and each and everyone of these Pokemon should be proud of themselves for displaying an act of courage that no one could show, they've done bloody well, and Titan, you deserve a damned good rest, because I haven't got a clue what's going to happen, these pulses still continue, and what lies at the heart of them I don't know but whatever it is we will defeat it and we will bring this chaos to a halt."

With that he grabs Titans Poison Ball and returns him for a good rest, looking around the area he sees the captain tending to his Machamp, as well as a back up team arriving with a horde of Fiery Rapidash that look like a champion breed of horses, listening to the Captain's words he nods and walks over to one of the horses, rubbing the horses nose as he walks over to it he smiles happily at it, "Looks like you're my ride for the rest of this journey, and from the look of things you've had a damned hard time, so how about we go into the yonder and see what the hells going on in this land?" With that he grabs his Sombrero from his back and places it on his head..."Always wanted to do this..." Taking the hat he holds it high and bellows "HIGH HO SILVER...AWAYYY!!!"

Hardly daring to believe the battle is finally over Kim watches the three knocked out Pokemon warily, looking for signs of movement that could mean their fight is not yet over. So much blood has been spilled today, and as much as she wants this to be finished she can't rid herself of the sick feeling this is only the beginning. After a couple of minutes Kim finally lets herself relax when it sinks in that they have defeated their enemies, but she can't celebrate their victory when so many have suffered. She looks upon Machamp who had so bravely stood up in the final minutes to deal the closing blow and wonders what its future holds. It hadn't exactly served up eye for eye justice, but it was close enough. Looking over the battle scene she watches trainers recall fainted Pokemon and tend to the injuries of the ones lucky enough to have survived undefeated when Dragonair floats over to her side, blood oozing from the long gash to his belly. Wiping away her tears with the back of her hand she smiles, proud of him for putting up such a good fight, and removes one of her ten potions from her backpack to help heal the wound and dull some of his pain, but she's barely finished applying it when Dragonair starts to glow.

Awestruck, Kim watches while Dragonair changes before her eyes. She'd known he was close to evolving but his efforts in this battle must have pushed him over level fifty five, and her tears return when the brilliant evolution light fades to reveal her stunning orange Dragonite. "You're a dream come true, Dragonite," she says, her voice choking while she wraps her arms around him. "I've waited years for this day and you're finally here, I can't ask for anything more." Words fail her while she stands back to take a better look at him, so similar to the Dragonite she's loved, raised, and trained for so many years, but also so different. She now has two Dragonite, one shiny, and one not. Dragons and aquatic species are her favourite Pokemon, and she loves her team deeply, but if she had nothing but her two Dragonite she could never find reason to complain. Suddenly remembering why they're here Kim turns serious, disappointed she's not able to enjoy the occasion she's been waiting for so long to experience, and reaches for Dragonite's ball. "You'll need to rest so your wound can heal properly," she says, holding up the beautifully designed Dragon Ball. "There's a long way to go, and when it's over we'll concentrate on your training while we travel across new lands."

With regret Kim recalls Dragonite and returns to the group, hoping they've not wasted so much time fighting this battle that Connor's mystery Pokemon has been given the chance to escape. The psychic pulse streaking into the sky again makes her heart sink, because now they're stranded in the middle of the desert with no transportation and three sleeping Pokemon who will likely be seeking revenge for their lost battle when they awaken. She has Pokemon who can fly her to the Glacier Islands but she doesn't know how many of the trainers and army personnel have their own forms of transport, or if there will be enough Pokemon for everyone. Luckily Captain Frost and his team are prepared, because less than a minute after the pulse they've released more than a dozen Rapidash. Kim's heart sinks further. She's comfortable with water and air travel, but ground isn't her style and those Rapidash are big. The last time she'd ridden a horse she'd had sore, stiff muscles for a week, so she isn't looking forward to this at all. Listening to Captain Frost's speech, she agrees they need to leave as soon as possible and pushes her discomfort to the back of her mind. They need to complete their mission so she mounts one of the remaining Rapidash, ready to leave.

The tables are well and truly turning in their favour now, and as Tess watches the first group unite to take Tyranitar down, a wave of relief flows through her. She can't allow herself to become too complacent, however, for the battle is not over yet. Rhydon and Steelix are still very real threats, and until they've been defeated Tess is unwilling to even entertain the notion of victory. Frost's Metagross is playing a large part in the sudden tilt of the scales, for without Meteos' help Tess fears that herself and her allies would have already suffered greater losses. Not a single trainer had even a spark of hope in their eyes until Tyranitar fell. Determination perhaps, fear most definitely, but the collective mood was one of impending doom. Now that they have one defeat under their belt, however, everyone's mood has lifted as they realise there is hope after all.

While Tess' concerned gaze follows Ninetales during her battle with Steelix, she keeps glancing toward those fighting Rhydon to see how they're faring. It's a tough battle made more difficult by the fact that all water and ice moves are being severely hampered by the effects of Sunny Day. While the effects are helping the fire types battling Steelix, it's causing havoc amongst those who are desperately rallying together to target Rhydon's weaknesses. She curses under her breath, anxiousness overwhelming her upon witnessing Rhydon's horn penetrate Titan's chest resulting in blood spurting out all over the hot desert ground, and is thankful she's not chosen Queenie to battle Steelix. If the Nidoqueen were to witness the injury to her long-time mate, Tess cannot even fathom how Queenie will react. Shortly afterward, however, the collective efforts of those battling Rhydon pay off, its agonised bellow echoing across the desert as Missy's Curse drains what little remaining health the beast has left. It's done. Two down, one to go. Now for Steelix.

To say her nerves are fraying is an understatement, for this monolithic beast just doesn't want to die. Not that killing it is her intention, though their reasons would be justified if they did, but it's been assaulted with several powerful fire attacks, had its metallic frame warped and dented, been tortured mercilessly by Houndoom, its tail broken by Rocky, and it's still fighting strong. All three of their foe have shown heightened strength and endurance, and although there's a niggling suspicion in the back of her mind as to how this can have come about, she has no time to really think on the matter. Defeating it is their main priority and if she has to break the trainer battle code and release every one of her Pok&#233;mon to do it, then she'll sure as hell take whatever actions are necessary to survive. Morals and ethics fly out the window when so many lives are in danger, and considering their foe have already killed, maimed, and mutilated so many of their allies, then she'd be well within her rights to do so as lethal force is only allowable under exceptional circumstances, and these circumstances certainly qualify. This strategy will only be taken as a last resort, however, and although Tess is close to breaking point, she's not yet reached it. Besides, now that Tyranitar and Rhydon have been defeated, those Pok&#233;mon who had been battling them are free to join their group to take Steelix down once and for all.

The steel titan is fighting hard, but is aware of the fact that it's slowly being overpowered and makes a last ditch effort to take out as many of its enemies as it can by creating a ball of orange energy that hovers inside its gaping jaws before being unleashed in the form of Steelix's ultimate attack. Feeling the kind of dread that she's not experienced in many years, Tess is helpless, only able to watch while Steelix directs its Hyper Beam along the ground and taking out everyone in its path. Rocky and Houndoom are immediate victims, both Pok&#233;mon so drained of energy that they're unable to evade the attack, while Vulpix barely manages to escape. Tess is immobilised with fear as the attack continues to rip up the ground in a direct line toward Vixey whom she knows has no hope of dodging it what with her broken leg. Tess wants to close her eyes for she can't stand the thought of watching her beloved Ninetales succumb to such a fearsome attack, but her eyes are glued to the scene. She can't look away despite the fact she knows this is going to be painful to watch, but what she's feeling is nothing compared to what Vixey is about to experience. Ninetales is a fighter though, and even as the scene blurs with the tears welling in Tess' eyes, Vixey's next move causes her heart to practically burst with pride. As the Hyper Beam approaches, Vixey summons up her remaining fire energy and unleashes a Fire Blast which connects with Steelix's deadly beam in a showdown of power that is battled out over the next several seconds as each fights to overcome the other. Unfortunately the only outcome of two highly powerful energy based attacks coming together like this is inevitable, and Tess can only pray that Ninetales survives. When the impending explosion finally occurs, the powerful waves released from the fire ball sends Tess, and everyone else, flying backward. She lands awkwardly, pain shooting through her already injured ankle, but she's not concerned about herself and struggles back to her feet, scanning the scene while unconsciously wiping sand and dirt from the grazes on her arms, before her eyes fall upon Ninetales limp body laying upon the desert sand with Steelix towering over her, Screeching victoriously.

Tess feels numb, wanting to blame herself for this, but knowing the blame doesn't lie either with her or with Vixey for stubbornly refusing to return when Tess had wanted her to. The blame lays with Steelix, and Steelix alone, and while she tries to process all of this finds herself temporarily unable to act as Steelix gloats over its victory. The louder it screams its triumph, however, the more her emotions start to boil. She can feel the rage building, the kind of rage she's been struggling with her whole life to control. The abuse and humiliation she'd been forced to endure by those whose responsibility it had been to protect her had resulted in her becoming an overly defensive, overly protective adult whose temper would flare at the drop of a hat when faced with situations she felt were unjust. Over the past year she's managed, with much-needed support, to explore and overcome many of the issues that have in the past caused her so much angst, but at this very moment she can feel all of the lessons she's taken so long to learn slipping away. This is not FAIR, goddamit! They didn't ask for this. They've not done anything wrong. All they'd done is take their Pok&#233;mon to a festival for Christ's sake. All any of them had wanted was to spend a day of relaxation, games, and fun with their teammates. How the hell is any of this insane violence their fault? Did Inferno's sweet natured Houndour deserve to be scarred for life just for wanting to show her trainer that she has the ability to fight a serious battle? Did Rocky deserve to have the crap pelted out of him for helping defend his allies and trainer? Did Stunky deserve to be crushed almost to a pulp for wanting to help defend the group? Did those trainers, army personnel, and Pok&#233;mon they'd passed in the desert deserve to be mutilated, killed, and their carcasses left to rot in the hot sun? Did Machamp deserve to suffer such a horrendous fate at Steelix's mercy? None of them deserved any of this. It's all wrong, and now Steelix is gloating over its victory while everyone stands around feeling completely helpless and wondering what it's going to take to bring this beast down. It's not fair, and she's damned if she's going to start psychoanalysing herself right now to find reasons to give this monster the benefit of doubt.

While she's struggling to contain her emotions, Tess' mind starts to spin as she mentally sifts through her team. She can't allow her anger to take control or she'll only end up regretting it, so she tries to remain calm. It's too dangerous to recall Vixey right now, especially with Steelix hovering over her the way it is, but she'll need to return her the moment an opportunity arises before Steelix can go one step further and fatally wound her. Finally making her decision, she reaches for a Pok&#233;ball clipped to her belt, and that's when she sees it... Her jaw drops as Machamp walks slowly onto the field, and in that very moment her rage is swept away. This is justice, and if any one living being standing out here in the desert right now has the right to be dishing it out, then Machamp is the one as he's earned it. Tess' eyes flick toward Steelix and she feels her heart flutter. The steel beast is so caught up in its own gloating that it hasn't even noticed Machamp's approach, and if there's one thing Tess has always gotten a little kick out of, it's watching the arrogant being brought crashing down to earth with a mighty blow. Her breath catches in her throat, and she's barely aware of the fact she's stopped breathing as Machamp makes his move. He grabs Steelix's tail with his two remaining arms, his muscular legs and feet bracing the ground as he lifts Steelix and begins to swing it around in circles. Steelix's gloating scream turns into an enraged one, but it's helpless to react, and is completely at Machamp's mercy. Once he has enough speed behind him, and Steelix's enraged screech is ringing out across the desert, Machamp exacts his Revenge by slamming Steelix into the ground with a powerful blow that makes the earth tremble. Tess stumbles as the tremor rocks the ground beneath her feet, and finally releases her pent up breath as her eyes return to the battle scene. A cloud of dust is obscuring everyone's vision, but when it eventually clears Steelix is laying on the desert floor, finally down for the count.

Relief floods through her, and Tess can't help but be filled with pride in Machamp. They've never really been a Pok&#233;mon she's overly fond of, but today's events have not only warmed her toward Frost's Machamp, but given her a new level of respect for the species as a whole. She races onto the battlefield as quickly as her sprained ankle will allow, and immediately drops to Vixey's side, noting the Ninetales stirring. A low, pained whine is audible, and Tess wishes she had something on her to help ease the Ninetales pain, but unfortunately she only tends to carry medicine designed to revive a Pok&#233;mon, nothing that will knock them out. Half tempted to give Vixey one of her own painkillers, Tess gently strokes the Ninetales mane. "We did it, sweetheart," she whispers with a smile. "It's over now." Vixey's head turns toward Steelix, an expression of relief in her eyes when she sees it laying on the ground not too far away, before she allows her head to drop into Tess' lap. "Rest now, my love, and when you awaken this will all be over." Tess sits there for a few minutes, gently cradling Ninetales head in her lap while stroking her soft, golden fur and waiting for Vixey to fall asleep. When the Ninetales breathing steadies, Tess unclips Vixey's Fire Ball from its position on her belt, returning the sleeping Ninetales to the comfort of her ball before making her way over to rejoin the rest of the group. While she's walking another pulse lights up the sky resulting in their returning transport truck spluttering as the magnetism kills its engine. She sighs, wondering when things will start going right for them and makes her way over to see what Frost has planned for their next move.

A minute later the desert is filled with military trained Rapidash, and Tess finds herself looking forward to the next leg of their journey. A part of her has always regretted trading Amber, and there have been many times she wished she hadn't, but knowing that her little Ponyta, long ago evolved into a beautiful Rapidash, is being trained and raised by someone who loves her, helps to keep her mind at rest. Perhaps one day, if the opportunity arises, she'll think about raising another, but right now there are more pressing matters to be concerned about. Frost is talking about moving out, and Tess is more than willing to accommodate his wishes. She has no desire to be waiting around until Tyranitar, Rhydon, and Steelix wake up, and is rather eager to put as much distance between them and herself as possible. Spying a Rapidash not yet claimed by a trainer, Tess walks over and looks into its eyes. "We're in for a long ride, so it's only fair you know who you're travelling with," she says, softly stroking its cheek. "I'm Tess, and I started my journey as a fire Pok&#233;mon trainer. Fire types will always hold a special place in my heart even though I've started training others, so I hope we have the chance to get to know one another while we travel." Turning to scan the group, Tess realises they're all waiting on her now, and quickly secures her items in her pack. Climbing atop her Rapidash, she takes a deep breath, trying to mentally prepare herself for the journey ahead. Considering she almost broke at the end there with Steelix, she wonders how she'll fare when they arrive in the Glacier Islands and hopes she can manage to keep her cool regardless of what happens. Whatever the case, they're heading for trouble, so she knows that one of her greatest tests as a person and as a trainer is imminent.

The tumultuous battle was over and it hadn’t left either side unscarred, there were wounded and near fatalities for all those involved. Those who got away with mere scrapes were considered lucky and were thankful for the safety of their Pokemon whilst their comrades held their battered Pokemon close whispering word of encouragement whislt healing them the best they could. With Steelix, Tyranitar and Rhydon unconscious on the arid earth Captain Frost signalled for the convoy to return with the single flare he held in his arms. The red blitz of light swiftly exploded in the air and was shortly followed by the roar of tyres on dirt as the truck returned with the coast being clear of any immediate threat. The medics were tending to Machamp as best as they could and a couple more joined them binding the fallen warriors wounds with sterile bandages as best they could. Metagross looked down on its friend and its limbs shook with rage, it had taken out the threat yet its attack would leave its lasting mark forever, Machamp would never be the same again.

Shortly after the truck had arrived the sky lit up again, but this time it was from a great distance away, that eerie pink tinge painting the sky and clouds the ground rumbling from the shockwaves. The engine on the truck conked in and the vehicle sat silently, its life extinguished in a matter of seconds, there was no way you could all travel using that now. Not only did the presence of yet another pulse have everyone on edge but its timing was too coincidental; you had just fought off a threat when the biggest one of all sends you a message. Putting it down to frazzled nerves and superstition most of you concentrate on the next task at hand and that was getting yourselves through this valley and onto the shore to travel by sea to your destination.

Captain Frost looked pensive contemplating the pulse when he motions over one of the soldiers from the dead truck, the young marine arriving carrying a satchel full of Fire Balls with unusual monikers on them. With a planned look of determination Captain Frost and his personnel release every Pokemon within the Fire Balls revealing a strong well bred collection of Rapidash who all stand to attention, each of their right flanks baring a military insignia. There appeared to be enough for you all to ride one each and Captain Frost explains that the horses will follow your orders and asks for you all to hurry and gather your belongings and Pokemon together preparing for the rest of the trip ahead. Each of you tend to your injured Pokemon bringing out healing potions, some too far gone for that are returned to their capture devices for healing at a later point in time. One by one you size up the equines and pick one to travel on, each Rapidash holding you steadily not at all fazed by the strangers they carry. Some trainers send out new Pokemon to accompany them on the journey, one lad choosing a Crobat to keep a watchful eye on the safety of the convoy, another keeping his fresh-from-battle Electrike out to race alongside.

“He’s ready for Pokeball transfer sir,” a young medic said saluting the Captain who softly thanked her bending down to whisper to Machamp who nods his pain having eased with the analgesia he was pumped with. Returning the fallen fighter to his ball he thanks Metagross telling it that he may need its help in the future before returning it too. Two soldiers drag out what looks like a very heavy package sealed within a large bag and straps it to one of the Rapidash that was without a rider. Captain Frost nods to his regiment as they saddle their own horses and leaps upon his own pulling on the reigns.

“You better have everything together people as we’re not coming back here. Time is against us we must push forth towards the shore, it is yet several clicks away so there will be no stops along the way.” He pauses to collect his thoughts before continuing. “What transpired was an atrocity for us all, not one of us left that battle uninjured or without loss,” he says thinking to his own Pokemon, “but that was one battle, we have a war to fight and believe when I say the worst is yet to come. Do not dwell on the past, each of you fought valiantly and we’ll need that spirit and bravery in the fight yet to come.” He says stirring something within each of you.

“Now, MOVE OUT” he yells kicking on the haunches of his Rapidash which responds by neighing loudly before charging off each other horse following suit of their Captain. Some of the more inexperienced riders keep a tight hold on the reigns of their Rapidash looking a little scared as their horse gallops across the dry dusty land. The Rapidash keep to diamond formation with Captain Frost taking the lead and the soldiers bringing up the rear and sides protecting the trainers in the centre. Ephidel flies fast to keep up his wings easily beating fast enough to push ahead and scout the upcoming terrain for any threats whilst Kiba is having problems with his legs being much shorter and quickly falls behind forcing his trainer to return him to his ball before he exits the formation. As the convoy passes through the valley, the sun falling in the sky signifying the passage of time during that battle several Fearow fly above you cawing at you in what would seem encouragement in a similar formation providing cooling shade. Those brave enough to take their gaze away from their grip turn to see various Pokemon that call the Sunny Drylands their home appear on the hills and from within the dry bushes watching your journey with hope in their eyes. A Golem stands tall on the highest part of the hill and roars the smaller Pokemon around it following suit and calling out to you the cries echoing throughout the valley. It seemed that the people of Seaside City were not the only ones wishing for your success.

The trek through the valley takes another good long hour, not one Rapidash slowing its pace throughout and soon enough you can all see the shore with the sparkling sea in the distance. Captain Frost calls out to his Rapidash encouraging it to move faster and surprisingly it does the others increasing its speed to match as they make the last gallop towards their destination. The ground softens as the hard arid dirt gives way to soft soil followed by bright yellow sands and the convoy slowly comes to a stop by the edge. Captain Frost dismounts his Rapidash patting its neck, and you all do the same as the soldiers return the weary horses to their Fire Balls placing them back in the satchel and securing it to their backs.

“Marines bring the vessel to the water,” Captain Frost orders as three soldiers bring the sole remaining Rapidash through the sands and as near to the water as it would go. They remove the package from its back and return it to its ball placing it with the others. They open up the bag and drag out the mysterious black and grey package towards the water placing it by the shore unfolding it. With it unfolded it looks like a motorised raft with hopefully enough room for you all to fit within. Pressing a button on the metal engine the raft starts to inflate rapidly the hardened rubber sides filling out and forcing the vessel into shape. Soon enough the raft is ready and though it looks far from ideal it looks safe enough to ride in.

“This raft will take us the rest of the way through the ocean to Magnetic Island, it has a simple motorised engine that was unaffected by the pulse,” he says and some of you look at the small raft with disbelief and pessimism and Captain Frost grunts. “It’s either this or you swim,” he grunts out as the medics start filling up the back of the raft with their medical supplies. With all the supplies in place the soldiers push the raft into the sea and motion for you to start getting on holding it steady and one by one you take a seat on the raised slats on the raft finding enough room to store your bags underneath should you wish to. Once everyone was in the soldiers pushed the raft further into the sea and leap in themselves starting up the motor which whirs into life and with a fair speed you begin the next leg of your journey.

Sailing forward you head out into the sea before changing course to sail north around the jutting rocks towards Magnetic Island. The sea was fairly calm today for which most of you were thankful as there was little extra rocking off the vessel as it sped through the waters. The wind was warm heated as it flowed from the Drylands and made the journey a little more pleasant. With a milder weather surrounding you a lot of your thoughts turn back to the battle that had just passed; it was horrific and you all hope to never encounter another like it. You can’t help but to think of the best that slumbers beneath the ice at your destination, was it really as bad it was made out to be? If it was the one causing those pulses it had to be strong, it had after destroyed part of Seaside City. You had been travelling for an hour or more when the raft started to slow down. Looking around you wonder if you’ve reached the icy shores but see only bright blue sea surrounding you, that and … oh dear! Floating 10 metres away was the remains of a raft not so similar to this one, the engine had been ripped out and was no longer present, in fact there were only a few shreds of the rubber lying on the surface painted red with blood like a macabre canvas. The water was tinged pink as the blood was diluted but no bodies remained, whatever had attacked this convoy must had destroyed the bodies, either that or they had sunk to the bottom of the sea. Several trainers peer into the water daring to look for the corpses finding none. Dani had dared to look over her side of the raft and screamed in shock colliding with Shadow next to her as a bloated face with an outstretched arm reached up to touch the boat a look of horror in his eyes as his remaining 2 fingers seemed to stretch out for help. The rest of the trainers now more on edge than before started to look around nervously expecting a repeat of the Drylands and the perpetrators of this bloody scene to show up and begin wrecking havoc on their convoy. In fact Captain Frost stood up looking around for the same thing but after a few minutes of silence, each trainer trying to calm down their overflowing emotions of horror and sadness a familiar sickness rising from the pit of your stomachs.

“Lets keep moving, whatever attacked this convoy has moved on,” he said the ‘thankfully’ hanging in the air as the soldiers powered up the engine and sped the raft away from the second scene of death. With another convoy destroyed before they reached Magnetic Island this mission was looking bleaker by the hour.

It felt as if the little threads of hope were being unravelled leaving an empty reel filled with negative thoughts and emotions. Passing the second fallen convoy most of the trainers were beginning to doubt that they would succeed in their mission or even make it to the beast in time, especially if those creatures returned. A couple of soldiers kept a weary eye out for the savages responsible whilst the others concentrated on keeping the raft on course. Captain Frost had remained silent and stoic, it must be hard for him, and these were his men and woman, his comrades that had been ordered to this mission. He had lost so many of them already it was enough to drive a sane man to the depths of pity and despair but he was a military man, the mission came first and he would mourn his friends later.

The raft kept its steady course through the sea and you began to feel that you growing close to your destination as the air became frigid, your breath wisping out in white puffs. Some of you wearing lighter clothes began to regret the choice as the temperatures drop steadily with every minute, and rub your arms to try and keep warm. The sky appears darker hear covered with grey clouds that begin to release light fluffy snow that is quickly washed away by the water. To the left you can see the land in the distance, icy rocks in jagged patterns jutting out putting you very close to Magnetic Island. You had made good time through the sea despite the stop and you all began preparing mentally on how to stop this beast. Zora blinks as a dark shadow suddenly forms under the raft and as he turns to tell someone it races off ahead leaving the others wondering what got into him. Katsu gasps as he notices a brown tentacle rise from under the ocean and pulls on Jess’ shirt to get her attention but by the time she turns around it has too disappeared. Putting it down to nerves the other trainers concentrate on the task at hand ignoring the worried looks on Zora and Katsu’s faces.

There finally appears to be signs of life within Captain Frost as he stands up and looks through a pair of binoculars straight ahead smiling for the first time in a long while.

“Land is straight up ahead, we’re not far off now, boys keep it up,” he orders with a round of ‘yes sir’s’ following as you all begin to feel a mixture of relief and anxiety. After a few minutes you see the beginnings of land form across the horizon, an expanse of white snow-covered ice, the snow fall growing stronger as you grow closer. Captain Frost keeps a view through his binoculars and suddenly the smile falls from his face as he looks mortified at something ahead dropping the viewing tool to the bottom of the boat. You all look amongst each other wondering what he saw to bring on such a drastic change in demeanour and a light panic fills the boat. You hold your breath as the land grows ever closer and suddenly spot something in the distance against the shore. Many of you gasp as you grow closer to the last convoy torn to shreds and perched on top of an ice formation, a sharp point piercing the material. The water and shore were again covered in blood like an artist’s nightmare. Slowing the raft down as you approach you see a couple of bodies partly frozen against the ice structure their faces showing their fear, mouths open to scream. One poor soul was actually on the shore, well their upper half was the rest had been severed away leaving him arms outstretched towards his destination, a cruel irony indeed.

“The last convoy, it can’t be,” a medic whispers holding her hands over her mouth tears streaming down her face as she spots a friends amongst the destruction. Now you were all that stood between the beasts escape and its following destruction. Suddenly the half-corpse lifted off the ground making you all fall back in shock and terror as it floated in the air and surrounded in the shadows of a looming ice formation was the shape of a woman, long hair flowing freely. It hovered and started clapping its hands before being launched towards you making you duck some screaming as it passes over ahead only to be caught by something behind you leaping out of the water sending a small wave of ice-cold water washing over those in the back of the boat. Looking behind you all see the feral eyes of a large blue alligator chomping down on its meal sending splatters of bloods towards.A cackle of laughter came from the shore at the actions of the Feraligator and you turn to see a Jynx swagger out hands on her hips looking rather proud of her work flicking her hair over her shoulders. A roar echoes from behind her and she smirked evilly side stepping to allow a large Walrein past its tusks stained with blood as it licked its lips eyeing up its next meal. As if things couldn’t get any worse those tentacles returned and Katsu backed away Jess staring wide eyed now believing him as they struck the raft sending it sidewards through the ocean as their occupant arose. The Tentacruel still had an arm within its grasp and easily crushed every bone left within tauntingly before discarding it.

This was an even more dangerous situation than before, the attackers of both convoys had converged with the aim of finishing off the last it would seem. You were surrounded from both sides with Feraligator and Tentacruel blocking your exit by sea and Jynx and Walrein preventing your advance onto the shore. Captain Frost was silently analyzing the situation unable to let his emotions through any more as he reached for another Pokeball.

“We maybe close but these monsters will not let us past, we must battle once again and quickly, there is little time remaining before the beast escapes.” He says stating the obvious and sends another of his Pokemon this time a Pelipper with green wing tips and feet and though his choice of Pokemon seemed odd you were not to doubt him having seen the strength of his others. Pelipper flies through the air with great speed for a bird its size and caws, ready for action, now all that remained would be for you to choose a Pokemon to battle for you … and fast.

Not again, Missingno. Master thought to himself. "First Tyranitar, Rhydon, and Steelix, now Tentacruel, Feraligatr, Walrein, and Jynx". However, he could not help a sly smile crossing his face. He knew exactly what to do. He reached for his belt and dislodged a Pok&#233; Ball. He turned to face the Tentacruel. "He won't lose to this. He's too powerful and stubborn to lose to this," he muttered confidently, in regards to the Pok&#233; Ball's contents. And he tossed the Pok&#233; Ball up in the air. "Qwilfish, I choose you!" In a flash of light, Missingno. Master's Qwilfish soared into the sky in a graceful arc, did a backflip, and landed in the water. It faced Missingno. Master and said "Qwil?" in an inquisitive tone. For response, his trainer pointed behind him at the menacing Tentacruel. Qwilfish turned to face the beast, and rather than showing signs of fear, puffed up slightly, as though to show determination. It never liked Tentacruel, for people always thought the species as superior to Qwilfish.

"Alright, Qwilfish, start things off with a Tri-Attack!" yelled Missingno. Master. "After that, blast Tentacruel with a barrage of Bullet Seeds, as many as you can do! Try to dodge as many moves as you can with Teleport. And if things start to turn ugly, heal yourself with Softboiled, then use Voodoo Bugaloo!" Qwilfish gave a short nod to show he understood the orders and intended to carry them out to the letter. He then turned to face the Jellyfish Pok&#233;mon and readied a Tri-Attack.

"Four opponents, one of us missing." Statistics popped in Shadow's head as he surveyed the scenario as best and as quickest as he could. "The enemy lacks a definitive size advantage, but they've got the numbers alright, and there's a status-spellcaster amongst them to boot..." Multiple tactics popped up reflexively in his mind of the best course of action, sending blood throbbing against his clotting wounds. Memories of the tragedies from the last epic showdown were still fresh in his mind; there would be no room for error this time. Hopefully the others would know to focus equally on the foes, given the lack of size disparity between these four enemies, but Shadow's attention was drawn to the Walrein. The fiendish quartet were both hydro- and cryokinetically aligned, but the scientist had varying degrees of confidence as to how he could take them on. Walrein was of particular interest, considering he had the appropriately versatile operative to deal with the threat. As another young man set off for Tentacruel Shadow gripped the Quick Ball around his waist and flung it. "Zapster, BATTLE STATIONS!"

"Electi-VIRRRRE!" Announcing his presence with a primal roar, Zapster seemed in no need of explanation as to what his mission was. With the events of the Raikou Race boosting his psyche, the living Thunderbolt was ready for action.

"Alright, Zapster. Target that Walrein and let fly your best Thunder Wave!" pointed Shadow. "Then dive in for a Low Kick to knock it down, and recover ASAP to Cross Chop on its forehead!"

Dani doesn't want to believe it's happening again. The bodies in the water have been mutilated the same way the bodies in the desert had been so if history is repeating itself she better get ready to fight. Because they're in the water she can only use a water or flying Pokemon unless they get closer to land but she already knows who she wants to use if they're attacked and grabs a Pokeball, ready to battle if she has to. The water is calm for a while and Captain Frost stands up, looking through binoculars to find the shore. When he sees it he looks happy but then he drops his binoculars, shocked. Dani tenses, not liking his change in demeanour and scared for what it means for their group. She looks around feeling uncomfortable on a rubber dingy in the blood stained ocean and wishes they were closer to land. She holds her Pokeball tighter with her thumb over the release, and hopes they make it before anything bad happens.

Hoping isn't good enough because her fears have become a reality. The way Jynx is playing with the dead womans body is sick and makes Dani angry. It's bad enough that people are being killed, but playing with their corpses is disgusting. She wants to get out of the boat, but standing up won't be safe because they're too far from the shore and the water is freezing cold. Holding up her Pokeball, Dani releases Corsola.

"Go Coral!" she yells, pointing at the Jynx standing on the shore. "Shoot a Water Pulse in her face, use Harden, then Rock Smash her nose!"

"This is bad" Inferno thinks, looking back and forth between his enemies. The fight in the desert was bad but at least they could have run if they had to and hidden in a cave or tunnel or something. Here they're on a raft in freezing water with nowhere to run and down the only way to go. This is really bad. He tries to judge the distance between them and the land but it's not close enough for them to jump onto solid ground, and even if they could Jynx and Walrein are in their way. This is really, really bad. He wonders which one of the four Pokemon he should battle and hopes that the turbulence in the water when the fighting starts won't overturn their raft. He wants to battle Feraligatr, but he has to choose carefully so everyone's battling their enemies evenly. Missingno is attacking Tentacruel, Shadow is attacking Walrein, Dani is attacking Jynx, so that leaves Feraligatr with nobody to battle it yet.

"Feraligatr you're mine!" Inferno shouts, throwing Armaldo's Net Ball into the sea. "Use Crush Claw to stun it Armaldo, then Slash it and rip open its cut with Metal Claw!"

Having chosen her stead Stacey mentally prepared herself for the journey ahead. They had already met an obstacle in their path towards the beast and it had taken so much from the convoy, they couldn’t afford another setback like that; she wasn’t sure she was up to another battle of those proportions. Captain Frost and his soldiers had finished their preparations and shortly after he mounted his own Rapidash and gave the order to move out. All of a sudden Stacey’s horse leapt into action nearly startling her off and she grabbed onto the reigns as in sync the convoy moved out. After a good few minutes of riding Stacey began to comfortable with the feelings and felt confident enough to look around the surroundings as they passed. She saw the group of Fearow fly overhead as well as the Pokemon on the mountain sides. They watched the trainers pass with deep interest and Stacey felt a swell of pride as they roared an encouraging call, it felt as if they were willing them on with their quest. With so much as stake it brought on so much stress but knowing that they weren’t alone in their cause lifted her spirits. She managed a wave to the Pokemon before they passed continuing their trek through the Sunny Drylands.

After a good hour of riding, she couldn’t be sure it was an hour without a watch but it sure felt like it, they reached the shore and came to a stop. Stacey dismounted and patted her Rapidash on the neck thanking it for making her ride as smooth as possible. Soon the convoy of horses were returned to their Fire Balls and the soldiers dragged that large bag that was loaded onto the final Rapidash. Depositing it by the shore Stacey wondered whether it contained their next mode of transport since there was no sign of Captain Frost sending out a parade of Wailmer. Unfolding the material it appeared to be a raft of some sort and she gave it a scathing look, it didn’t seem sea worthy, wouldn’t a boat be better? As it inflated it looked a little better with enough room to house the convoy and their supplies yet the Captain noticed the sceptical looks and informed them to take a dive if they didn’t get on the raft and pronto! The thought of swimming the rest of the way made Stacey snort in disgust and she approached the raft leaping inside and depositing her satchel under the seat sitting next to the few that had already taken seats. With the raft full the soldiers pushed off and started the motor to get them going. It lurched forward with more power that Stacey expected and she held onto her seat tightly as they powered through the water and north heading to the icy waters surrounding Magnetic Island.

Stacey enjoyed the fresh air on her skin as they sped through the waters to their goal and she tried to break her mind away from the all out slaughter they had recently been unfortunate to participate in. That was one of the most destructive battles she had entered and she was lucky that Missy had come away as unscathed as she did. These memories began to make her feel bitter all over again and she wished she had never offered her services. Shaking her head she tried to think positive, a difficult premise for her in most situations but she kept the thoughts of all those they would save by completing this mission. She opened her eyes as she felt the raft slow down, had they reached Magnetic Island already? It certainly didn’t feel cold here. Looking around she heard gasps of horror and locked eyes on a raft very similar to their own, well what was left of it. The water was stained pink with the last remnants of blood mixing with the salt water. ‘Not again’ Stacey thought all positivity gone as quickly as it had encompassed her. That was another convoy destroyed, thankfully there were no bodies to look at but a scream from Dani at the other end of the raft had all heads turning. A bloated body floated away from the raft and Stacey sighed, not all the dead had gone. Captain Frost takes a moment’s pause before making the right choice to move quickly before any shreds of morale disappear like the convoys they kept finding. The raft’s motor splurges into life and they manoeuvre past the remains of the convoy and continue north.

Everyone began to get that feeling that they were growing close to their destination as snow began to fall along with the temperature. Having wore on light clothing Stacey cursed and began to rub her hands together to generate heat. She was never good with the cold. Fumbling around in her bag she searched for something muttering that she hoped she had remembered it. Managing a smile through her shivering she pulled out a black jacket with indigo swirls along the long sleeves. Slipping it on she felt a little warmer and rubbed her arms to keep the warmth. As the trainers huddled together to keep warm they saw some movement from Ruben as he stood up looking through his binoculars announcing that land was up ahead. Everyone smiled at the thought of being on solid land again and the raft kept its course speeding ahead steadily. Stacey notices that Captain Frost suddenly loses that look of optimism as he sees something through his enhanced view that disturbs him. The trainers speak to one another worriedly wondering what he could have seen and peer over the sides of the boat to see around him.

As they approach Stacey feels her heart drop even lower if it was possible at the sight that greeted them. On top of a pointed ice spear was another raft, the final convoy’s raft in pieces. That meant … they were the only ones left now. Some of the bodies were in sight frozen to the sides of the ice structure silent screams tearing at their mouths; one poor soul had even made it to the shore only for his lower half to be torn off. Lost in sorrow and fear the last convoy took in the remains of the other before screams of terror permeated the air. The half-corpse had started floating in the air even Stacey held her breath wondering what the hell was going on. It clapped its cold dead hands a wet sickening sound following before it was launched towards the group. Stacey hit the deck not wanting that … thing anywhere near her and heard a loud splash behind the raft followed by the crunch of bone on bone. Looking over her shoulder she saw a Feraligator happily eating the corpse its not yet frozen blood splattering against the poor trainers at the back of the raft. A cackling laughter arose from up ahead and Stacey turned to see a Jynx swagger out hands on her hips flicking her hair over her shoulder as she smirked at the horrified look on the trainer’s faces. Stacey suddenly thought to her little Smoochum and paled, she hoped she’d never turn into such an ugly soul as that Jynx obviously was. A loud roar echoed behind Jynx and she sashayed out of the way to allow a Walrein to slide in next to her, blood on its long tusks. ‘How many more of them were they?’ Stacey thought as a set of tentacles rose out of the water and smashed into the raft eliciting a scream of panic from her throat as she held onto the vessel for dear life. As the raft came to a stop she saw a Tentacruel from the corner of her eyes flexing its tentacles dangerously.

“Not again,” she whispered, they were surrounded and this time they had the disadvantage of being stuck in the ocean with no way onto the shore, what with the wicked witch of the North and her blubbery friend next to her. They couldn’t even try turning around with Feraligator and Tentacruel holding their positions in the sea. With no other choice but to battle Captain Frost sent out his shiny Pelipper, an odd choice but she wasn’t one to doubt his team, especially after that Metagross had cleaned house so easily. He was right, there was no other choice no matter how much Stacey wanted not to fight again, and she didn’t want to risk her Pokemon’s lives against such savage beasts. She clasped her hand tight around Missy’s Love Ball closing her eyes as a small tear left it, she had been lucky, could she keep next fighter in such a state? Already several trainers had sent out their own Pokemon knowing that time was of the essence and pitting them against the wild ones of water and ice. A small Quilfish squared off against the poisonous Tentacruel, a much larger Electivire took stance before the Walrein, that would seem a good match in their favour, a shiny Corsola had decided to take on the sassy yet vile Jynx and the last trainer had sent out his Armaldo against Feraligator and she wondered how well it would fare not being a know brilliant swimmer. Stacey though for a moment of sending out her Smoochum to show Jynx how its pre-evolution could battle but decided against it, she didn’t want her being put off evolving by her first view of her evolution being that sick creature. She reached for a plain Pokeball and enlarged it, the creature within was still young but a fierce battler letting natural instinct guide him. She turned to face the Tentacruel, that jellyfish had sent their boat flying, she would make it pay.

“I need a savage to take on another savage” she said throwing the ball into the sea releasing the Pokemon withing submerged under water. A brown shell arose and a pair of feral red eyes took in his surroundings. He spotted his mistress behind him on a raft and looked at all the Pokemon in the sea.

“Quilfish is fighting with us, your target is Tentacruel,” she explained and the little Kabuto began to froth bubbles at the mouth staring at his opponent with wild eyes, he would take on any foe of any size, this jellyfish was merely another victim.

“Start off by boosting your speed with Rock Polish that should make this battle run more smoothly. Then combine your Mudshot with Quilfish’s Bullet Seed to strike and finally add the pressure with a Waterfall.”

Watching everyone's reactions to the carnage around them, Zora felt a twinge of guilt over his apathy concerning these victims. While the people around him might of considered them friends and colleagues, to him they were faceless, both figuratively and moreso literally, some of the remains too mutilated to even identify their original species.

{Aquatic combat. This one is my domain.} Slowqueen whispered, climbing up onto the edge of the raft, in preparation to leap into the sea, but was stopped as she felt Zora's hand clamp down on her shoulder.
"No." he said, firmly. "I still need you. Look at this destruction. It's mindless. I can't risk having you out of action when the true threat emerges. Besides," he added, looking around as other trainers also prepared their companions to enter combat. "There are plenty of aquatic Pokémon being sent into battle already. Lets deal with who's left on the beach. Jynx is Ice and Psychic. That gives a double stab advantage to a Steel Bug."
"Forre." came a growl from behind them, Forretress now looming above them having heard the reference to her.
"Cannons primed and ready, Forretress?" Zora asked her.
"Tress!" she growled again, as her turrets shot out from within her shell. Looking up at them, Zora suddenly realised that he'd never seen Forretress actually fire anything out of them before. She had yet to gain any kind of experienced with fighting in her newest evolutionary form.
"Hmm. Guess you're getting a baptism by fire. That's OK, you can do it gal." Reaching up, he rubbed her metallic shell in encouragement. "We'll just begin with some techniques you're familiar with. Set up a Reflective wall to augment your defence to begin with. Then target Jynx and strike her with Double-Edge. Follow on from that by rolling around and hitting again, this time using Gyro Ball!"

OOC: I noticed that the latest update said that Kiba was trying to keep up with the convoy on foot, when according to my reply, he was supposed to be riding with me. I'm assuming it was a mistake, so I'm writing this reply as though the latter were true (I hope that's okay...).

After receiving a signal from the captain, the Rapidash Katsu was seated upon burst into a gallop along with the others, as they began to head through the valley. He felt a little uncomfortable with the pace his mount was traveling at, but Kiba seemed to be enjoying it, for he liked getting around at high speeds, only this time, he wasn't having to strain his legs to do so. Concerns of future attacks from the enemy were still on Katsu's mind, and he couldn't help but worry a little when he noticed that the convoy was drawing the attention of the attention of the valley's resident Pokemon. Any feelings of distrust soon faded, however, as the Pokemon began to cheer the group on, seemingly aware of what they had set out to accomplish. Kiba responded to them with a spirited howl, to which Katsu smiled, for he could sense the determination in his companion's call. Despite his doubts and fears, he too, was determined to help put a stop to the source of the pain and suffering that had occurred today.

After about a hour, the ocean came into view, and before long, the group had reached the sandy shores. At that time, all but one of the Rapidash were recalled, following some words of thanks from their riders. From the back of the remaining horse, some soldiers removed a package, which was soon revealed to be a inflatable raft, just big enough to carry all the members of the convoy, as well as their supplies and belongings. While it looked capable of getting everyone to their destination of Magnetic Island, Katsu would've much preferred riding in an actual boat, as the intended transport seemed like it wouldn't be able to take much abuse in the event of one of the attacks he so dreaded. Regardless, after taking a moment to loose Kiba and pick him up, he quickly took a seat in the raft, the captain's words and the urgency of the mission having spurred him on.

However, as the raft made its way towards Magnetic Island, Katsu felt more tense then ever. With everyone confined to such a small space, and with nowhere for them to run, it seemed like the perfect chance for the enemy to strike. When the captain suddenly called for the raft to be brought to a stop, he knew it couldn't possibly have meant anything good, and to his dismay, the chance of another attack seemed to have changed from a possibility to an inevitability. Beside the raft floated a few shreds of rubber, the only remnants of the similar transport that had attempted to pass through. As for those who had been riding it, it seemed like the blood in the water was the only traces of them that could be found. That was, until a sudden scream from one of the passengers had Katsu turning his head in their direction, half-expecting that the culprits behind the attack had shown up, only to catch sight of a water-logged corpse that had floated to the surface. He quickly turned away, not wanting to expose himself to the sight of death any more that day, but continued to keep his eyes on the water's surface, hoping to spot the attackers before they struck.

A mere few minutes after the pause, the captain called for the raft to be brought into motion once more, partly to Katsu's relief. The weather continued to grow colder as Magnetic Island drew nearer, and he soon found himself clinging to Kiba for warmth, as his light jacket provided little in the way of insulation. The Electrike didn't mind the treatment, though he emitted a whimper of concern, for he could feel how tense his trainer was. Seeing the second destroyed convoy had been enough of a cause for concern, but he had recently spotted what had appeared to be a tentacle sticking out of the water, though before he could draw anyone's attention to it, it had vanished. By that time, the shore of the island had finally come into view, and the captain seemed to have a grown hopeful they might make there without incident, but his feelings took a sudden shift, as he had caught sight of something so awful, that he unintentionally dropped his binoculars onto the floor of the raft. He was clearly a very strong man, both physically and mentally, judging from how well he had endured everything up until this point, so Katsu knew that whatever he had seen had to be something else, and took a deep breath to brace himself for whatever was coming up ahead.

It was but a few moments later that he saw it; the members of the last convoy aside from themselves, dead, and strewn about the formations of ice, some in pieces, some not. Judging from the anguished expressions on their faces, it seemed like their deaths had been anything but quick or painless. The sight left Katsu feeling completely dejected, and he could only shake his head out of pity for unfortunate victims. But then, he saw something even more horrifying; something that left his eyes wide with fear, and had his heart racing.

The body of a convoy member on the shore of the island had suddenly rose into the air, suspended by some unknown force, where it proceeded to clap its hands together before flying straight in the direction of the raft. Katsu impulsively ducked, and felt mildly relieved when he heard a splash behind him shortly after, knowing it probably meant that the corpse had landed in the water, though when he turned around to look, his face grew pale, as he saw the splash hadn't been from the corpse falling into the water, but rather, from a huge Feraligator leaping out. It had caught the corpse, and proceeded to devour it in a truly cringe-inducing fashion, which made Katsu turn his gaze back in the direction of the shore, where he caught sight of two more Pokemon; a Jynx who was clearly the one responsible behind the previous supernatural occurrence, judging from how amused she looked by the scare the raft's occupants had gotten, and a Walrein, who looked eager to spill more blood then it had managed to do earlier with its sharp tusks. Then one more Pokemon made its presence known by slamming into the side of the raft with the tentacles Katsu had seen earlier, rising out the water shortly after to reveal itself as a Tentacruel, the name seeming more then appropriate as it crushed the bones of an arm it was holding before tossing it aside carelessly.

With the raft surrounded, it was clear that the only choice was to fight, and the captain was the first to react, sending out an oddly colored Pelipper to do battle. Given the opponents that they were dealing with, it was clear to Katsu that Kiba would be the one most capable of fighting them off, and after quickly noting the current distribution of the Pokemon that had been sent out by his fellow trainers, as well as the presence of Shadow's burly Electivire, he gave his orders, but not without hesitation, for he feared terribly for the life of his friend, and couldn't help but wonder whether or not the commands he was giving him were leading him to his demise. He also hoped Shadow wouldn't be bothered a certain spur of the moment decision he had made.

"Kiba... I want you to support Zapster against that Walrein. Get his Motor Drive going with a Shock Wave, then strike Walrein with a Thunderbolt. Be ready to Protect yourself from retaliation, as the worse has yet to come, and I need you in the best shape possible for then."

His commands having been given, the Electrike leaped into the fray, looking fearful, yet angered by what the four Pokemon had done. Katsu wished he could be out there with him, for the sake of helping to keep him safe, even at his own expense, but he knew that would only complicate things for the others...

As they rode in steady silence, Jessica kept her head down, focused solely on the clouds of dust that rose and settled beneath the Rapidash’s hooves. A pounding rhythm that synchronized with her heart’s. Her hand clenched the reigns firmly, then gradually slackened as she realized that her steed was guiding its own, falling routinely into formation with the band, led by Captain Frost at the forefront. Still, she did not look up at her surroundings. The elongated shadows of the charger’s legs in front of her, plus the sliding of heat across her back, were enough to tell her that the time had passed. She could feel eyes upon them, watching from above, and the cries of Pokémon echoing throughout the valley, praying for their success. Still, she did not look up.

Time elapsed. She heard a squelch underfoot, followed by an exultant cry up ahead, as the rough dirt gradually gave way to soft, loamy soil. She glanced up, finally, to see the sparkling strip of sea that lined the distance up ahead. The Rapidash were picking up their pace, and she reasserted her grip. When they reached the shore, the fiery creatures skid to an instinctive stop, shying away from the surf as it crashed towards their hooves. The Captain patted his mount, soothing its red mane as he descended, the others quickly following suit. Jessica smiled as she turned to her steed, stroking its snout as she thanked it for the ride. It snorted and obligingly shook its mane, trotting back to the soldiers in order to gladly return to its Fire Ball for some rest.

“Marines, bring the vessel to the water.” Captain Frost commanded three soldiers to coax a remaining Rapidash reluctantly through the sand, bringing it as close to the intimidating waves as it would tolerate. Jessica watched curiously as they unstrapped a package from its back before returning it to its Ball, placing it along with its companions’. The trainers looked on in wonder as the soldiers released the surprisingly bulky contents of the container, dragging the black and grey heap towards the water. As it unfolded and began to take shape, they realized it was in fact a motorized raft, or at least what hopefully looked like one. Pressing a button, the rubber began to inflate, sliding out and expanding until the craft began to appear somewhat seaworthy. Seeking confirmation, the trainers all turned to Captain Frost, who nodded at them sternly.

“This raft will take us the rest of the way through the ocean to Magnetic Island, it has a simple motorized engine that was unaffected by the pulse.” Noting the incredulous looks, he grunted unconcernedly. “It’s either this or you swim.”

The medics were already filling the back with medical supplies, and once everything was secured, the soldiers persuaded the raft out into the sea, motioning for the trainers to hop aboard. A few nervous glances exchanged: in the end, no one liked the idea of being stranded by themselves in the desert. One by one, they climbed in with the help of the soldiers, wedging tensely together as they quickly filled up all the available space. Watching others do the same, Jessica bent down and carefully stowed her bag underneath the seat, wondering how long it would be before circumstances required her to access it again.

Once everyone was settled, the soldiers heaved the raft further into the sea and leapt in, starting the motor. It stuttered, then whirred to life, starting them off on the next leg of their journey at a satisfactory speed. Jessica cast her gaze back over the waters, watching the gold of the shore recede into the distance until there was nothing but a speck. Then she turned to the direction the boat faced: north, to Magnetic Island, the lone isle of mystery and continuity. The wind was warm, residual heat flowed mildly from the Drylands. The sea was also quiet, calm. The calm before a storm, they say.

As they sailed through the wind, Jessica couldn’t help but wonder where exactly they were headed to. To death, perhaps. Like crossing the river Styx. But then, who knew what death was like? Maybe it wasn’t as bad as the legends made it out to be. It could even be disappointing, once they got there. Wait waited for them on the horizon was unsure, but so was her heart, which yearned for a reason, for some kind of valid explanation, for rational- no, even irrational justification. For justice.

An hour elapsed. Suddenly, the raft began to slow down. Jessica jerked away from her trance, gazing bemusedly about as she expected to see their destination. Instead, her eyes were met with bright crystal waters, same scenery as before…

…Except for the remains of another raft, bobbing 10 meters away from theirs on the surface of the water. The engine had been ripped out, and shreds of rubber clung barely to the craft, smeared with signs of deep, rich blood. It was almost artful, the way the spatter ornamented the float, as if the aesthetic composition was deliberate. A macabre canvas.

Looking closer at the water, Jessica realized it was tinged pink, like diluted wine. She heard a scream, and glanced over to see Dani pointing in shock over her edge of the raft. Other trainers crowded around, immediately falling back, repulsed, colliding with one another. Jessica could tell from their tone that they had discovered a victim of the attack, rather than an imminent threat. She had no inclination for further nausea right now, especially while on a boat, so she remained on her side, keeping her eyes peeled for any signs of the beast who did this, grimly expecting an encore performance of their Drylands encounter. Everyone soon caught on, glancing nervously about at the still water surrounding them, anticipating any ripple, any indication of blood. Captain Frost stood up even, silently scanning the subdued atmosphere for traces of hostility.

A few minutes of motionlessness passed without finding any. The release was palpable as Frost quietly sat back down, followed by the others.

“Lets keep moving, whatever attacked this convoy has moved on,” he announced as the soldiers powered up the engine, speeding them thankfully away from the scene of death and despair.

Jessica clenched her fists, unclenched, then clenched again. Godamnit. That made the second time she bore witness to the aftermath of destruction she desperately wished she could have prevented (third, actually, counting Seaside City). All the doubts that once riddled her mind came swirling back as snow. Aside from her own feelings of uselessness, she had to also wonder now: What was the point? She unclenched her hand, staring at the lines of her open palm. …In the end, there may be nothing left to fight for.

A tiny white flake fell into her palm, followed by many younger brothers and sisters. She exhaled, seeing her breath as smoke. The air was growing cold, indicating that they were drawing nearer to their destination. Jess shuddered, reaching down under the seat for her backpack. She pulled out her sweatshirt and a jacket, hastily donning both against the chill, ignoring the bulkiness and lack of custom. Looking towards the left, her heart brightened a little as she noticed land in the distance, though formed so far by jagged rocks. Hugging her warmth close to her, Jess sighed and closed her eyes, ready to simply withdraw into her soul until they arrived.

She heard a slight commotion, and opened her eyes again to see Zora pointing over the side of the raft, surrounded by others shaking their heads. He was claiming to have seen something below the surface, but in her dreamlike state, she didn’t pay his alarm much attention. She was about to close her eyes again when suddenly she felt a tug on her sleeve, and turned around to find a boy staring intensely at her, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. His expression reminded her somewhat of a Magikarp.

When she asked him what he wanted, he claimed that it wasn’t him, that something rose out of the water and pulled at her jacket. Jessica frowned, unsure whether to believe him, her judgment still vaguely clouded by her trance. She attributed it to nerves and turned offhandedly away from him, desiring simply to be left alone.

Captain Frost stood up, gazing through a pair of binoculars at the outlook ahead. A smile finally surfaced on his face.

“Land is straight up ahead. We’re not far off now, boys, keep it up,” he barked excitedly, echoed by a round of ‘yes sir’s. As the tension and relief began to mount, so did the fall of snow that gathered in thick clouds over their heads. Jess lightly brushed away the ashes from her dark hair, and drew up her hood thickly around her face. In the distance, an expanse of blue and white emerged underneath the sky.

Captain Frost was watching the expanse stretch eagerly through his binoculars. All of a sudden, the smile fell from his face, as did the instrument from his hands, clattering wildly to the bottom of the boat. The sound startled the passengers, and Jessica winced, exchanging bewildered and fearful glances with the others. His men tried to inquire of their captain, but he was completely frozen, his stricken face like stone. A slight panic began to rise; if they were to lose their leader at a time like this, how would they be able to survive?

They held their breath as they approached the land. Suddenly, someone noticed a dot in the sky: a black mass on top of a white peak. As they drew closer, gasps rang out as they recognized the ruins of the last convoy, torn to shreds and fatally impaled on an ice staff, like a flag rising above someone’s territory that they claimed. The waters and shore were bathed in blood, and as the boat slowed down gradually, they discerned with horror the incomplete faces of men and woman frozen against the ice, like a display in a museum. Half flesh, half unfeeling, their mouths open wide, Jess thought she could hear their screaming.

Over by the shore, one man’s body clung desperately to the ice and snow. But only his upper half. The rest had been swept away by the tide.

“The last convoy, it can’t be.”

Jessica heard a woman’s voice whisper, one of the medics.

Suddenly, the half-corpse lifted from the ground, evoking screams of shock and terror as the party fell immediately back, panicking. Between the jostling of humans, Jessica caught a glimpse of a female shape in the shadows of the ice, hair of golden silk that flowed in the storm. The body began to clap its hands, moving around like a puppet. Then, it screeched down at them like a ghost, and Jessica ducked along with the others, screaming. Something leaped out of the water behind them, she could feel the ice-cold spray on the back of her neck. There was a loud crunch as it caught the flesh in its teeth. Turning around, Jessica paled as she realized the sight of a Feraligator towering over her, masticating the flesh with glee as icy blood spurted towards the girl, who hastily shied away.

She heard a cackle of laughter from the shore, and turned to watch a Jynx swagger towards the group, flicking her hair over her shoulders as she gazed with pride over her composition. A roar echoed behind her, and she politely stepped aside for a Walrein to pass through, razor tusks stained with blood.

The raft upset suddenly, and Jessica grabbed onto the edge, watching in horror as a gigantic mass of tentacles rose from below the surface, the Tentacruel gazing malevolently down at its prey. In one of its members it retained another’s limb, crushing the bones into pulp before tossing it aside.

Captain Frost had watched the proceedings calmly, analyzing the situation with stoic silence and efficiency. His eyes were cold and soulless, no longer liquid but ice. Dangerous, perhaps, but necessary.

“We may be close but these monsters will not let us past. We must battle once again and quickly, there is little time remaining before the beast escapes.” As he sent out a Pelipper with green wingtips and flippers. Others followed suit, and Jessica again found herself cursing the situation, but knowing she had to act quickly if she wanted to ensure that they would all survive this horrible mess…

Her hand hovered towards her Pokéballs, trying to determine within critical seconds whom she should pick. Custard’s abilities, perhaps, would be best suited for this terrain. Or perhaps she should choose a Water Pokémon…

“Go, Coral!”

Jess heard, and instinctively turned. A beautiful creature met her eyes, here, amidst all the chaos and madness and ice, of all places. A Corsola, blue and white, blended against the frost and snow. For a moment, she was enraptured, longing to lose herself in adoration. Then she remembered, and quickly shook her head of such fantasies. What was she doing? This was no time to be spacing out! However, she was determined of her choice now. Plucking the Ball from her belt, she proudly unleashed her Shiny Corsola beside Dani’s. Not only was Jessica eager to assist a kindred comrade, but she was thoroughly enraged by Jynx’s treatment of her victims as models and toys. Death was not a device to manipulate for her own sick pleasure. She would definitely make the bitch pay for the lives she abused…

“Haruki, team up with Coral and use WATER PULSE. While she’s HARDENing, distract Jynx with a ROCK BLAST, and finally use POISON JAB!”

Travelling across the desert Tess tries to prepare herself for what lays ahead. Despite the heat, a shiver courses through her as her mind wanders back to all they've been through today. It's only been a matter of hours since they were enjoying themselves at the festival, but the amount of death, destruction, and carnage that has taken place since then makes it feel like the fun and games were a lifetime ago; nothing but a distant memory. She shudders, pushing the images of mutilated bodies to the back of her mind as the convoy moves ever closer to its final destination. Wild Pokémon are gathering on the mountainsides and flying overhead, all offering their encouragement as she and her companions travel toward what very well could be their final battle, and even though their moral support is greatly appreciated Tess wonders if their little group is really up to the task. So many lives have been lost already, the only shreds of hope she's clinging to being the fact there are still two convoys ahead of them with which they'll eventually join up, and also that they're now more prepared for trouble should it arise before they reach Magnetic Island. The desert ambush had taught them all a very valuable lesson which had come at a heavy cost. Yes, they are definitely on guard now and will not allow themselves to be ambushed again.

The ride itself is pleasant and Tess makes a mental note to engage in more outdoor activities should they be lucky enough to survive their encounter with the Pokémon responsible for the current mayhem being wrought upon Fizzytopia, and as day moves into late afternoon they eventually find themselves standing upon the Southern Ocean's sandy shores. Sea travel. She's always had a love/hate relationship with the ocean, and as her mind wanders back to her childhood fantasies of turning into a mermaid and diving into the ocean to swim away and leave her troubles behind, she's suddenly brought back to the present by Captain Frost's voice ordering his troops to "Bring the vessel to the water". Her eyebrow raises sharply at the sight of the motorised inflatable raft, the utmost thought in her mind being, "You've got to be kidding...". She watches as the marines inflate the rubber dinghy, barely aware of the fact the Rapidash are now being returned to their Pokéballs, and also noting that most of her companions appear just as uncomfortable with the thought of travelling in this flimsy contraption as she is. They nonetheless hop in, one at a time, and although Tess is sorely tempted to fly overhead on Skye she sighs and steps in herself, holding her seat tightly as the motor roars to life and they move out, away from solid ground and into more dangerous territory.

The breeze turns cooler as they approach the Glacier Islands, and although Tess is rather enjoying the feel of the brisk sea air on her face, she pulls her coat tighter around herself to help shield her body from the cold. A little knot of dread is slowly but surely forming in her stomach which is only natural considering what they're about to face, but she can't shake the feeling that it's not only their inevitable encounter with Connor's space creature that is responsible for her fraying nerves. It isn't long before the first signs of disaster appear, and with a sinking heart Tess realises that another convoy has been struck down as she stares at the shredded remains of another raft that was once identical to their own. The familiar feeling of dread rises and as she looks around at the ocean surrounding them seeing no sign of land in the distance, she reaches for her belt, plucking off the smooth, blue Dive Ball attached to it and proceeds to clutch it so tightly that her knuckles turn white. She sometimes wonders why she'd kept the little Magikarp she hatched some time ago, never really seeing herself as the trainer of a Gyarados, but over time she'd come to find herself really loving raising Frenzy, and right now she's thanking her lucky stars that she'd seen something special in the baby Magikarp the first time she'd seen him that had prompted her to keep him. He may be a bit rough around the edges but at this moment in time he's the only one of her team she feels has the necessary bloodlust required to take on the kind of Pokémon they've been encountering lately, particularly in this environment.

A couple of hours later, with land finally in sight, Tess allows herself to relax a little. Her muscles are stiff and sore from having remained so tense during their trip, and she's aching to get herself out of this flimsy contraption and onto the safety of solid ground. Her relief is short-lived, however, as it appears Frost has seen something on the shore that has shaken him enough to cause him to fumble his binoculars and drop them into the raft. Captain Frost isn't the type of man to be rattled so easily, and even taking everything that has happened today into account, whatever he's witnessed is definitely enough to have scared him. Tess immediately tenses, her gaze straying between the land and the water surrounding them, but she sees nothing out of the ordinary. This only serves to make her more wary, her forefinger immediately moving over top of the release mechanism on Frenzy's ball as she holds it up to the side of the raft to face the frigid water. She's not the only one to be concerned either, as all of the trainers are fidgeting now, their faces pale and reflecting the same concern she's sure is evident in her own expression. As the land grows ever closer Tess finally sees for herself what had rattled Frost, her mind almost numb upon comprehending the horror these poor souls had experienced. The last convoy, their only allies left on this suicide mission, have met the same horrific fate as the other two, albeit under different circumstances. She stares at the grisly scene before her, every fibre of her being wanting to turn away and pretend it isn't there, but is completely hypnotised by the tragic scene and unable to look away.

Bodies, and parts thereof, are scattered upon the shore, partially frozen in the ice, their faces eternally frozen in time to reflect the utter horror they'd experienced during their final seconds on this earth. Good people, innocent people, all of whom had volunteered to embark upon a mission to save their land from an invading force, just as her own group had. These people have friends and family waiting at home praying for their well-being, hoping they'll survive their ordeal and return home safely. Tess feels sick, thankful the loved ones of those who have died today will never witness for themselves the torment they have suffered. It's hardly any consolation, but it's better to remember those they've lost the way they were while they lived rather than having the grisly image of their death scene permanently burned into their minds. While she's watching, the half-corpse of a woman, her long hair flowing in the breeze, rises from the ground to hover in the shadow of a looming ice formation. Tess feels her blood run cold for the only thing that could possibly do this is psychic energy, and considering nobody in their group would be sadistic enough to pull a practical joke of this vile nature, she comes to the swift conclusion they're not alone. The woman begins to clap her hands before her remains are launched at the horrified group in the raft, everyone ducking before something leaps out of the water behind the boat to catch it. Looking around, Tess watches a Feraligatr happily consuming the woman's remains, an expression of sadistic joy on its face before cackling laughter from the shore causes her to spin around and notice a Jynx swaggering toward the water, hands on hips, completely satisfied with her handiwork.

Jynx flicks her hair over her shoulder and gazes at the group with malicious intent, but it seems Feraligatr and Jynx aren't their only problems. A roar echoes across the icy terrain, a large Walrein, its tusks stained with blood, making its way toward the shore eyeing the group in the raft with pleasure, licking its lips as it contemplates its next meal. Before any of them really have a chance to process all of this their raft is sent skidding across the frigid water. Tess holds on tightly, nearly dropping Frenzy's Pokéball in her haste to hang on before she's thrown from the raft, and moments later sees a Tentacruel rise from the water, a severed arm in its grasp which it crushes effortlessly before casting it aside. So it seems this group of enemy Pokémon had their little ambush all planned out before their own little group realised they were here. Great. Just great. "So much for being prepared", Tess rages silently, angry with herself for allowing this to happen. If the bodies they'd passed in the water weren't omen enough, the corpses on the shore being a second big red blinking warning sign, then what the hell was? Now they have two enemies in the water meaning they have nowhere to retreat to, and two on the land in front of them, blocking their access to the shore. They're sitting ducks and if they're not careful will end up exactly as those from the previous three ill-fated convoys. "Dammit!" she curses, finally releasing Frenzy into the sea.

As her Gyarados enters the water with an almighty roar, Tess notices her companions taking action as well. A Qwilfish and Kabuto are converging upon Tentacruel; Electrike and Electivire upon Walrein; Forrestress and a couple of Corsola are heading for Jynx; and a lone Armaldo for Feraligatr. Though she has her concerns for each group she can't let Armaldo battle alone and quickly points Frenzy in Feraligatr's direction. "Help Armaldo!" she calls, Frenzy's eyes immediately zooming in on the enemy he's been instructed to target. "Use Ice Beam when Armaldo is clear, then follow up with Body Slam and Bite!" Trusting Frenzy to deal with Feraligatr, Tess turns her attention to the shore. Her next priority is to get the hell out of this raft because she's not going to sit here and wait for another enemy to come along and finish her off while she waits for their Pokémon to dispose of these four. She reaches for her belt, plucking off Nessie's ball and releasing the Lapras into the water. Nessie's eyes widen at the scene that confronts her, tears filling them upon noting the corpses littering the shore. Tess feels a moment of guilt for having allowed her sweet Pokémon to witness such a grisly scene as Nessie's heart is so pure that this kind of cruelty is completely incomprehensible to her, but at the same time Tess doesn't want Nessie to be completely ignorant of the very real dangers the world holds. She's protected the Lapras on many occasions, not wanting her heart to be tainted by all of the cruelty out there, but there came a point at which Tess had to realise that protection isn't what the Lapras needs. She needs to understand the reality of the world and all that it holds so that she's able to protect herself should Tess ever be unable to do so.

"You're not here to fight sweetheart, I just need you to get me to the shore," Tess assures her, reaching out to stroke Nessie's cheek affectionately. "Can you do that for me, hon?" she asks, gazing into Nessie's eyes. Nessie blinks the tears from her eyes and musters up a smile, nodding. "Thanks, Ness," Tess replies with a smile, stepping out of the raft and seating herself atop Nessie before turning back to the boat. "If anyone else would like a ride we can carry a couple of extra people," she says, waiting a few moments to see if anyone will take her up on the offer before they head for land.

Kim has never been so grateful to see water as she is now. Sliding off her Rapidash she's happy to hand it over to its rightful owner and walks to the waters edge rubbing her back. All of her muscles are aching after the ride through the desert, but looking across the sea and smelling the fresh salty air, she closes her eyes and smiles. This is more like it. Their journey from here should go smoothly and she's looking forward to the soothing ocean currents which should help to relieve some of her nerves before they reach their final destination. Initially surprised by Captain Frost's choice of transport for the next leg of their journey, she steps into the raft thinking it can't be easy for them to arrange transport for several large convoys at such short notice when the pulse has knocked out so much of their equipment, nor can they be expected to carry Pokemon to suit every environment, so she isn't going to question them. As long as they arrive safely, it shouldn't matter how they get there.

Some hours later with the Glacier Islands approaching and the discovery of two more slaughtered convoys, Kim isn't feeling as relaxed as she'd thought she would. Land is almost within reach but the bodies littering the shoreline aren't providing herself of her companions with any feelings of security. The people frozen in the ice were a part of the final convoy that had left before them. Kim had hoped they'd have a lot to talk about when they finally caught up with the trainers travelling ahead, but instead she has more questions than answers. The scene is grisly and she can't imagine the horror these people suffered. Looking away she lifts her backpack from the bottom of the raft, rummaging around until she finds what she is looking for, tucking it into her jeans pocket for safekeeping but when she looks up is greeted with the vision of a half corpse floating over the water. She ducks is it flies over them, too shocked by the incident to properly absorb what is happening when the raft suddenly lurches sideways. Holding on she looks up to find a Feraligatr and Tentacruel far too close to the raft for comfort, with a Jynx and Walrein on the shore.

Kim does some quick calculations in her head and feels her stomach lurch. They have four enemies to fight off and have lost some members of their own convoy along the way. They'd had enough trouble fighting off Tyranitar, Rhydon, and Steelix, and if these four Pokemon are as strong as those three were she's guessing they're in very serious trouble now. The only thing she's thankful for is they are fighting in an environment she's comfortable in. The downside is the majority of her team are weak to ice attacks so she's going to need to avoid Jynx and Walrein at all costs. Deciding to save her dragons for later Kim reaches for Milotic's pokeball and releases the beautiful water type watching while he appears in the water next to numerous other Pokemon released by her companions. "Keep your eyes on Tentacruel," she warns, eyeing the Jellyfish Pokemon. "Wait until Qwilfish and Kabuto are clear then hit it with a Twister. While it's spinning use Ice Beam, and before it can recover show it your Confuse Ray."